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. Yea, for I have them through base sinful means.

. I pray thee, speak’st thou thus to anger me?

. If the truth anger thee, the truth is said.

. Achilles’ son! What word is fallen from thee?

. Must the same syllables be thrice thrown forth?

. Once was too much. Would they had ne’er been said!

. Enough. Thou hast heard my purpose clearly told.

. I know what power shall thwart thee in the deed.

. Whose will shall hinder me?

. The Achaean host,

And I among them.

. Thou’rt sharp-witted, sure!

But little wit or wisdom show’st thou here.

. Neither thy words nor thy design is wise.

. But if ’tis righteous, that is better far.

. How righteous, to release what thou hast ta’en

By my device?

. I sinned a shameful sin,

And I will do mine utmost to retrieve it.

. How? Fear’st thou not the Achaeans in this act?

. In doing right I fear not them nor thee.

. I call thy power in question.

. Then I’ll fight,

Not with Troy’s legions, but with thee.

. Come on!

Let fortune arbitrate.

. Thou seest my hand

Feeling the hilt.

. 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.

. 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.