MERCHANTMAN
Enter Messenger , disguised as a merchantman.
Son of Achilles, my companion here,
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Who with two more remained to guard thy ship,
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Agreed to help me find thee where thou wert,
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Since unexpectedly, through fortune’s will,
I meet thee, mooring by the self-same shore.
For like a merchantman, with no great sail,
Making my course from Ilion to my home,
Grape-clustered Peparethos, when I heard
The mariners declare that one and all
Were of thy crew, I would not launch again,
Without a word, till we had told our news.—
Methinks thou knowest nought of thine own case,
What new devices of the Argive chiefs
Surround thee; nor devices only now,
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But active deeds, no longer unperformed.
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Philoctetes. Sophocles. Lewis Campbell (Translator). London, New York and Toronto. 1906.