Will change once more,--if not, my curse on thee! CH. What shall we do, my lord? We wait thy word Or to sail now, or yield to his desire. NEO. My heart is pressed with a strange pity for him, Not now beginning, but long since begun. PHI. Ay, pity me, my son! by all above, Make not thy name a scorn by wronging me! NEO. O! I am troubled sore. What must I do? Would I had never left mine island home! PHI. Thou art not base, but seemest to have learnt Some baseness from base men. Now, as 'tis meet, Be better guided--leave me mine arms, and go. NEO. (_to Chorus_). What shall we do? _Enter_ ODYSSEUS. ODYSSEUS. What art thou doing, knave? Give me that bow, and haste thee back again. PHI. Alas! What do I hear? Odysseus' voice? OD. Be sure of that, Odysseus, whom thou seest. PHI. Oh, I am bought and sold, undone! 'Twas he That kidnapped me, and robbed me of my bow. OD. Yea. I deny it not. Be sure, 'twas I. PHI. Give back, my son, the bow; release it! OD. That, Though he desire it, he shall never do. Thou too shalt march along, or these shall force thee. PHI. They force me! O thou boldest of bad men! They force me? OD. If thou com'st not willingly. PHI. O Lemnian earth and thou almighty flame, Hephaestos' workmanship, shall this be borne, That he by force must drag me from your care? OD. 'Tis Zeus, I tell thee, monarch of this isle, Who thus hath willed. I am his minister. PHI. Wretch, what vile words thy wit hath power to say! The gods are liars when invoked by thee. OD. Nay, 'tis their truth compels thee to this voyage. PHI. I will not have it so. OD. I will. Thou shalt. PHI. Woe for my wretchedness! My father, then, Begat no freeman, but a slave in me. OD. Nay, but the peer of noblest men, with whom Thou art to take and ravage Troy with might. PHI. Never,--though I must suffer direst woe,-- While this steep Lemnian ground is mine to tread! OD. What now is thine intent? PHI. Down from the crag This head shall plunge and stain the crag beneath. OD. (_to the Attendants_.) Ay, seize and bind him. Baffle him in this.