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    The Cure at Troy

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    Take your luck for granted. Count your blessings

      And always be ready to pity other people.

      Chorus

      Pity him, sir, do.

      The man’s at breaking point.

      Imagine he was your friend.

      And you didn’t take him then?

      It would cry out to heaven.

      You have it in for the sons of Atreus

      So now’s your chance to thwart them.

      Take Philoctetes home

      In your speedy ship. Do justice

      And upset them – all at once.

      Neoptolemus

      Be sure this just isn’t all loose talk.

      Take care that you aren’t going to change your tune

      When he’s stinking up the boat, and your stomach’s turning.

      Chorus

      Trust us. We’re not going to renege.

      Neoptolemus

      If that’s the case, then, I’ll not have it said

      I ever stopped a stranger being helped.

      But we have to get a move on.

      He’s welcome, he’s in with us, so get him ready

      And we’ll be off, to wherever the gods grant

      Safe passage and plain sailing.

      Philoctetes

      This is a happy day! And you, son dear,

      And all of you, how will I ever manage

      To pay you back? Friends! Friends,

      We have to go, but before we go, I want

      To kiss this ground … Take one last farewell

      Of a home where I never was at home.

      You have to realise the way I lived.

      Many’s another would have given up.

      For most people, one glimpse of the life here

      Would have been enough. But I was fit for it.

      I matched necessity. I passed the test.

      Chorus

      Hold on a moment. There are two people here.

      The one from the ship I recognise, but not

      The other one. We should see what they want.

      Enter Merchant (in disguise).

      Merchant

      Son of Achilles, I was told of your whereabouts

      By the watchman at the boat.

      Lucky for you

      That we landed here at all, in fact.

      Pure chance.

      Anyhow, I’m a skipper with a fleet

      Of merchant vessels, coming back from Troy.

      And when I heard from your sailors you were captain

      I thought the right thing was to get in touch

      Before I sailed – for your own good, that is,

      And maybe do myself a good turn too.

      Who knows?

      Let me just say, then;

      There are certain things you should be aware of.

      The Greeks have plans for you, and some of them

      Are going ahead already as we speak.

      Neoptolemus

      A good deed should be rewarded, friend,

      So you’ll be treated right. I’ll see to that.

      But what’s your news exactly? What are these moves?

      Merchant

      Old Phoenix and two sons of Theseus

      Are on the high seas after you.

      Neoptolemus

      Why this time? To snatch me or negotiate?

      Merchant

      I’ve no idea. I’m telling you all I know.

      Neoptolemus

      But why are Phoenix and those two young fellows

      In such a hurry to please the leadership?

      Merchant

      This is it … But you have to realise

      This is what you are actually up against.

      Neoptolemus

      And why not Odysseus this time too?

      Was he too scared to volunteer? I can’t believe it!

      Merchant

      Odysseus? Oh, he was gone already

      When I set sail. He and Tydeus’ son

      Were away after another, different man.

      Neoptolemus

      So what about this other man? What sent

      Odysseus after him? Who is he?

      Merchant

      Oh! He’s himself, somewhere …

      But you tell me,

      And keep your voice down when you do: who’s this?

      Neoptolemus

      This, friend, is the famous Philoctetes.

      Merchant

      That’s that, then. End of questions. Time to go.

      Get yourself on board and get as far

      Away from this island as you ever can.

      Philoctetes

      What’s he saying there? What bad is this man

      Trying to put into your head about me?

      Neoptolemus

      I can make no sense of it myself. But

      Whatever it is, he’ll have to speak it out,

      In the open, to you, to me, and everyone.

      Merchant

      Son of Achilles, don’t report me. Don’t

      Get me into trouble with the army.

      I’m only a trader and have to trade

      In whatever’s going. Like information.

      Neoptolemus

      Look. This man and I are two fast friends.

      Both of us have our knife in that Atreus clan.

      But you have come to me as a friend as well,

      So keep nothing back, from me or from him.

      Merchant

      Well. For your own good, you should watch yourself.

      Neoptolemus

      I can watch myself.

      Merchant

      All right, then.

      Here is the story as I understand it.

      Odysseus and the other captain sailed

      In pursuit of Philoctetes here.

      They have sworn to take him into custody

      One way or another. If they can’t

      Manage to soft-soap him, they’ll use force.

      Odysseus declared all this in public.

      He was far more overbearing than the other.

      Neoptolemus

      But they did their dirty work on Philoctetes

      Years ago, so what’s possessed them now?

      Why do they all of a sudden want him back?

      Fear of the gods? Remorse? I wouldn’t think it.

      Merchant

      I can see I have to start at the beginning

      And get this whole thing clear, once and for all.

      All right.

      First, you should know about a soothsayer

      Called Helenus.

      A Trojan.

      One of Priam’s sons.

      So Odysseus organises a night raid

      And with all his usual old dirty dodges

      He captures this Helenus and shows him off

      In front of the Greek army. But Helenus

      Can more than hold his own. He prophesies

      And the gist of his prophecy concerns

      This man.

      He tells the Greeks

      That unless they can coax Philoctetes

      To leave this island – of his own accord –

      They are never going to take the town of Troy.

      Well, that was what got Odysseus interested.

      His line was simple: he would bring Philoctetes

      And make a show of him among the ranks.

      If he came willingly, then well and good.

      If not, no matter. He would still be forced to come.

      And Odysseus makes a vow of this and says,

      ‘You can take the head off me,’ he says,

      ‘Cut off my head,

      if I don’t deliver Philoctetes.’

      So, young man. That’s it. And if you have sense,

      You’ll mind yourself – whatever about him –

      And make tracks out of here.

      Philoctetes

      Oh! Desperate! Desperate!

      Incredible that he could even imagine it,

      Think that he could ever talk me back among them.

      There’s about as much chance of that as of me

      Rising from the dead.

      Merchant


      Well, whatever.

      I’m away back now to the ship.

      The pair of you

      Are in the lap of the gods.

      I wish you well.

      Exit Merchant.

      Philoctetes

      Can you believe this, child? Odysseus

      Thinks it possible he can cajole me

      Into a ship, and back to face the Greeks.

      I’d sooner meet the snake that poisoned me.

      I’d sooner its forked tongue any day than his.

      He has the neck for anything, nothing

      Is sacrosanct, he’ll say and do the worst.

      I know him, and I know he will be here.

      So, set sail.

      Get as much ocean as you can between

      Him and us. It’s action stations now!

      Neoptolemus

      We need the wind behind us. We can’t move

      Till it changes in our favour.

      Philoctetes

      Everything has to favour any move

      Out of harm’s way.

      Neoptolemus

      True enough.

      But what’s against us is also against them.

      Philoctetes

      It’ll be for them, one way or another.

      You can never blow a pirate off his course.

      Neoptolemus

      All right. We will go now. But first, think:

      Is there anything here you really need?

      Philoctetes

      Only one thing.

      Not much, but still essential.

      Neoptolemus

      Something we wouldn’t have on board the ship?

      Philoctetes

      I’ve got this store of herbs put by, for when

      The sore gets bad. They ease the pain a bit.

      Neoptolemus

      Bring them with you, then, and whatever else.

      Philoctetes

      The only other thing would be the arrows

      I might have dropped.

      Nobody else must ever

      Lay hands on them.

      Neoptolemus

      And that, in your hands there:

      Is that the bow?

      Philoctetes

      This is the bow.

      I inherited this from Hercules

      When his body burned on the funeral pyre

      And his name became a god’s.

      Neoptolemus

      The bow

      Is like a god itself.

      I feel this urge

      To touch it.

      For its virtue.

      Venerate it.

      Can I hold it in my hands?

      Philoctetes

      If you can’t hold it, child,

      Then who else can? From now on, what’s mine is yours.

      Neoptolemus

      I want to take it but I don’t want to

      Go beyond the bounds of what is allowed.

      Philoctetes

      You are allowed, son. Your natural reverence

      Gives you the right. You’ve brought back sunlight here.

      You’ve lit the world and now I’m fit to see

      A way home to my father and my friends.

      I was under the heel of enemies

      But you raised me up above them.

      You of all men have the right to hold

      Philoctetes’ bow. What’s mine is yours.

      You gave to me, I give to you …

      The bow is proffered, elevated and held significantly between them.

      You and you alone can tell the world

      You touched this weapon, and the reason why

      Is the reason I got it from Hercules

      In the first place: generous behaviour.

      Neoptolemus

      There’s a whole economy of kindness

      Possible in the world; befriend a friend

      And the chance of it’s increased and multiplied.

      Come on now. Check the cave.

      Philoctetes

      But you come too.

      I am hardly fit.

      Exit Philoctetes and Neoptolemus up to cave.

      Chorus

      You’ve heard the famous tale

      Of Ixion on his wheel:

      When he wanted Zeus’s wife

      Zeus punished him for life

      And bent him like a hoop.

      Ixion courted fate

      And had to suffer for it.

      But Philoctetes, no.

      He didn’t seduce or kill.

      He was just and dutiful.

      Think what that man came through.

      What did he ever do

      To be cursed with his abscess,

      Crippled and deserted,

      Doomed in a wilderness?

      When he could bear no more,

      The pain kept on. His sore

      Made him squeal and scream

      For somebody to come.

      But nobody ever came.

      He crept round like an infant.

      He wept. And when he hunted

      For herbs to soothe the foot,

      The foot wept as he dragged it.

      His trail was blood and matter.

      But when an infant creeps

      And hurts himself and weeps,

      The helping hand is there.

      For Philoctetes, never:

      His echo was his neighbour.

      No cultivated ground,

      No field where crops abound,

      No milled grain or bread.

      Only what he could kill

      With his great bowman’s skill.

      But now it is farewell

      To the thicket and the pool.

      Now it’s wine in the bowl.

      Set out in his father’s house –

      To give thanks and to bless.

      With Neoptolemus

      He will voyage to where

      He knows each well and river,

      And Hercules’s pyre

      Blazed once upon the hills.

      Neoptolemus and Philoctetes come out of the cave.

      Neoptolemus gets down to a lower level. Philoctetes arrested higher up, gradually rocking a little and supported on the bow.

      Neoptolemus

      All right.

      We’d better go.

      What’s wrong with you?

      Philoctetes

      Ahhhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhh. Hohohohohoh.

      Neoptolemus

      What is this anyway?

      Philoctetes

      Nothing.

      Nothing’s wrong.

      You keep going.

      Neoptolemus

      Is it the ulcer? Is it going to start?

      Philoctetes

      I don’t think so.

      No harm.

      You keep going.

      Oh gods! O holy gods! Oh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!

      Neoptolemus

      What are we going to do? You’re in awful pain.

      Philoctetes

      This is the end, son.

      This ruins everything.

      I’m being cut open! Can you not do anything?

      It’s coming now. It’s coming.

      Oh! Ah! AHHHHHHH!

      Get your sword, son. Take the sword to me.

      Cut off that foot.

      Destroy it.

      Give me peace.

      Quick, quick, quick, do something!

      I want to die.

      A silence.

      Neoptolemus

      Philoctetes. What has come over you?

      What is this turn? Can you still hear me?

      Philoctetes

      You know …

      Neoptolemus

      Know what?

      Philoctetes

      All these spasms of mine …

      Neoptolemus

      What about them?

      Philoctetes

      I can’t go on. I’m done.

      Neoptolemus

      You were at the limit. At the breaking point.

      Philoctetes

      There are no words for it. Only pity.

      Pity.

      Neoptolemus

      But what am I going to do?


      Philoctetes

      Whatever you do, don’t leave. Don’t let me

      Scare you.

      This thing comes over me.

      One minute

      It’s nowhere and the next I’m squalling.

      Neoptolemus

      This is terrible. There must be something

      I could do. Can I not give you a hand?

      Would it not help you just to hold on to me?

      Philoctetes

      No! No! Don’t touch me. But you can hold the bow.

      You’ll have to guard it till this turn is over.

      The pain will run its course, and once it eases

      I’ll go straight to sleep. Out like a light.

      That’ll mean I’m on the mend, so let me sleep.

      But if any of them land when I’m like that,

      I bind you in the sight of all the gods:

      Never part with this bow. Willingly

      Or unwillingly. That will be fatal. Fatal

      For you, and for me that’s in your power.

      Do you understand?

      Neoptolemus

      Easy, Philoctetes. Rely on me.

      No other hands will ever touch this bow

      But yours and mine. Trust fate. Give it over.

      Philoctetes

      Here is the bow for you. Here are the arrows.

      Dangerous weapons. And dangerous because

      They tempt the gods to be jealous of your luck.

     


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