Philoctetes HTML version
Inform me; so shall each to each impart
Counsel most fit, and serve our common cause.
NEOPTOLEMUS (leaving ULYSSES a little behind him)
If I mistake not, I behold a cave,
E'en such as thou describst.
Dost thou? which way?
Yonder it is; but no path leading thither,
Or trace of human footstep.
In his cell
A chance but he hath lain down to rest:
Look if he hath not.
NEOPTOLEMUS (advancing to the cave)
Not a creature there.
Nor food, nor mark of household preparation?
A rustic bed of scattered leaves.
A wooden bowl, the work of some rude hand,
With a few sticks for fuel.
This is all
His little treasure here.
Some linen for his wounds.
This must be then
His place of habitation; far from hence