Neo. Yea, for I have them through base sinful means.
Od. I pray thee, speak’st thou thus to anger me?
Neo. If the truth anger thee, the truth is said.
Od. Achilles’ son! What word is fallen from thee?
Neo. Must the same syllables be thrice thrown forth?
Od. Once was too much. Would they had ne’er been said!
Neo. Enough. Thou hast heard my purpose clearly told.
Od. I know what power shall thwart thee in the deed.
Neo. Whose will shall hinder me?
Od. The Achaean host,
And I among them.
Neo. Thou’rt sharp-witted, sure!
But little wit or wisdom show’st thou here.
Od. Neither thy words nor thy design is wise.
Neo. But if ’tis righteous, that is better far.
Od. How righteous, to release what thou hast ta’en
By my device?
Neo. I sinned a shameful sin,
And I will do mine utmost to retrieve it.
Od. How? Fear’st thou not the Achaeans in this act?
Neo. In doing right I fear not them nor thee.
Od. I call thy power in question.
Neo. Then I’ll fight,
Not with Troy’s legions, but with thee.
Od. Come on!
Let fortune arbitrate.
Neo. Thou seest my hand
Feeling the hilt.
Od. And me thou soon shalt see
Doing the like and dallying not!—And yet
I will not touch thee, but will go and tell
The army, that shall wreak this on thy head. [Exit
Neo. Thou show’st discretion: which if thou preserve,
Thou may’st maintain a path exempt from pain.
Ho! son of Poeas, Philoctetes, come
And leave thy habitation in the rock.
