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Philoctetes Monologue

Philoctetes Monologue by Sophocles
Character: Philoctetes
Gender: Male
Age (range): ?
Style: Classical
Length: < 3 minutes

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PHILOCTETES: O thou fire!
Thou universal horror! Masterpiece
Abominable, of monstrous villainy!
What hast thou done to me? How hast thou cheated me!
Art not ashamed, O rogue, to look at me
Thy supplicant, me thy petitioner?
Thou has robbed me of my life, taking my bow.
Give it back, I beg thee! Give it back, I pray!
By our father's gods, son, do not take my life!
Woe's me! he does not even answer me!
He means to keep it--see, he turns away!
You bays, you promontories, O you haunts
Of mountain brutes, O cliffs precipitous,
To you--for other hearers I have none--
Present, my old familiars, I appeal;
See how Achilles' son is wronging me!
Swearing to take me home, to Troy he drags me;
And pledging his right hand, he has obtained--
Relic of Jove-born Heracles--my bow,
Meaning in the Argives' sight to flourish it;
Like some strong prisoner, by force he drags me,
And knows not he is killing a dead man,
A vapour's shadow, an unsubstantial shade!
For in full strength he never had captured me,
Since even thus he had not, save by guile;
But now, unhappy, I have been deceived.
What must I do? Nay, give it back to me;
Nay, even yet, be thy true self once more;
What say'st thou? Thou art dumb! I am lost, unhappy!
O double-portalled frontal of the rock,
Back, once again, I come and enter thee,
Bare, without means of life; but I shall starve
Here, in the fields alone; not killing now
Winged bird, or silvan quarry, with my bow,
But I myself, wretched, when I am dead,
Yielding a meal to things on which I fed.
Creatures I chased before will now chase me;
And I shall pay for bloodshed with my blood,
By practice of a seeming innocent!
O may'st thou perish!--not yet, until I know
Whether thou wilt repent, and change thy purpose;
But if thou wilt not, evil be thine end!

Credits: Reprinted from Dramas. Sophocles. London: J.M. Dent & Sons, 1906.

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