Neoptolemus
What but to hear is painful to my soul,
100
Son of Laertes, I abhor to act.
100
My nature was not form'd for treacherous deeds,
100
Nor his who gave me birth; so fame reports...
100
Thou seest me prompt to seize this man by force,
100
But not by fraud: nor will his might avail,
100
Prompt on one foot, against our vigorous strength.
100
Sent thy assistant, I disdain the name
100
Of a betrayer. I have a joy, O king,
100
In honest actions, though their efforts fail,
100
More than in victory by baseness gain'd.
100
Philoctetes. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.