The Cure at Troy

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by Seamus Heaney


  Chorus

  This is terrible talk. I always heard

  That suffering made people compassionate,

  But he’s only got harder.

  Odysseus

  There’s plenty

  I could tell him, and tell about him,

  If there was time. But I’ll say only this:

  My aim has always been to get things done

  By being adaptable. If I’m dealing with

  Plain-spoken, honest people, they’ll find me

  As honest and plain-spoken as they come.

  My main concern is to keep things moving on

  In the right direction.

  But in this case, no.

  Not any more.

  I give up.

  Let him go.

  He’s welcome to his island. All we need

  Is Philoctetes’ bow. Not him. Don’t forget

  I am the bender of as great a bow

  Myself. And don’t forget Teucer either.

  You’re only another archer among archers.

  And since you’re so worried about who’s going to be

  The Lord of Lemnos, you be it yourself.

  You should have been the Lord of Fallen Troy

  But that’s an honour fallen now to me.

  Philoctetes

  You of all of them!

  Odysseus

  Enough said. Time to move!

  Philoctetes

  Son of Achilles, are you going to go

  Without one word still? Don’t deny yourself.

  Odysseus

  Ignore him, Neoptolemus. The thing’s

  Ruined if you start shilly-shallying.

  Philoctetes

  And what about the rest of you?

  Where’s your pity now? Are you all just yes-men?

  Chorus

  When the captain speaks, the crew has to obey.

  Neoptolemus

  Whether it’s shilly-shallying or not,

  What you’ll do is wait here to the last

  When all the prayers and thanksgivings are over

  And the boat’s rigged out.

  Maybe he’ll come round

  And see the sense of moving with us yet.

  I’m away on with Odysseus.

  You hear?

  Be ready and be listening for the shout.

  Exit Odysseus and Neoptolemus.

  Philoctetes

  I am going to die here,

  I’m going to die of hunger,

  That’s what’s going to happen.

  Trapped among fallen rocks

  In the bare mouth of a cave.

  Watching clouds and birds

  Blowing across the sky.

  No bow any more.

  Slow death by exposure.

  Chorus

  You walked yourself into it. Don’t protest and lament

  As if at this stage your whole predicament

  Was unavoidable. It is not Odysseus

  But your own self you have to blame for this.

  Philoctetes

  Some animals in a trap

  Eat their own legs off

  In order to escape.

  I’d like to see him caught

  And so stuck and smashed up

  He couldn’t do even that.

  Chorus

  We had no hand in whatever scheme he laid

  So listen to us: don’t contradict a god.

  I sense that there’s some overarching fate

  You must obey. I say this in all friendship.

  Philoctetes

  He’ll be sitting laughing at me,

  Sitting watching the sea

  Somewhere, him and the bow.

  Turning it over and over,

  Trying it out in his hands,

  Testing the weight and the lift.

  I loved the feel of it,

  Its grip and give, and the grain

  That was seasoned with my sweat.

  When I held it, I had a hold

  On the crossbeam of the world.

  I was the wind and the trees

  And the pillar of Hercules.

  But now he’s sitting with it,

  Laughing and turning it over.

  Great gods, be just!

  I am mocked and accursed

  And I hate that man for ever.

  Chorus

  If you seek justice, you should deal justly always.

  You should govern your tongue and present a true case.

  For don’t forget: Odysseus was commanded.

  There was nothing personal in what he did.

  Philoctetes

  I’ll soon be tainted meat

  For the scavengers to pick at.

  The shining eyes and claws

  Of all the hunted creatures

  Are sharpening for a kill:

  Crows and wolves and vultures

  And every animal

  That was my victim ever.

  I’m at their mercy now.

  This is the last stand

  And I haven’t an arrow even.

  All I’ve left is a wound.

  Chorus

  Your wound is what you feed on, Philoctetes.

  I say it again in friendship and say this:

  Stop eating yourself up with hate and come with us.

  Philoctetes

  I can feel your sympathy,

  And did feel it all along.

  But now leave me alone.

  Once bitten is hard-bitten.

  Stop this torturing me.

  Chorus

  What torture?

  Philoctetes

  All talk of Troy and me, me

  That was stabbed in the back, going back ever.

  Chorus

  For your own good you have to.

  Philoctetes

  For my own good,

  For the last time, leave me alone!

  Chorus

  All right.

  All right.

  Goodbye.

  You are on your own.

  We’re back to the rowing benches and the rowing.

  Philoctetes

  No. Wait.

  Not yet.

  Are you away for good?

  Chorus

  Easy.

  Take it easy.

  Philoctetes

  No! Hold on still!

  Chorus

  What’s wrong? What is it now?

  Philoctetes

  The foot! The foot!

  Being left with that, left on my own again.

  Chorus

  What do you want?

  Are you for coming with us now or are you not?

  Philoctetes

  The sore has me astray. I can’t think right.

  Chorus

  But listen to yourself.

  You want to come.

  Philoctetes

  Never. No. No matter how I’m besieged.

  I’ll be my own Troy. The Greeks will never take me.

  But, friends, still, friends, there is one last thing.

  Chorus

  What is it?

  Philoctetes

  Have you not a sword for me? Or an axe?

  Or something?

  Chorus

  What for?

  Philoctetes

  What for? What do you think for?

  For foot and head and hand. For the relief

  Of cutting myself off. I want away.

  Chorus

  How away?

  Philoctetes

  Away to the house of death.

  To my father, sitting waiting there

  Under the clay roof. I’ll come back in to him

  Out of the light, out of his memory

  Of the day I left.

  We’ll be on the riverbank

  Again, and see the Greeks arriving

  And me setting out for Troy,

  in all good faith.

  Chorus

  Setting out time is here for us anyhow.

  But maybe not.

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bsp; There’s something holding these two.

  Enter Neoptolemus and Odysseus.

  Odysseus

  What has you so worked up? Why can we not

  Just rise and go? What’s on your mind?

  Neoptolemus

  I did a wrong thing and I have to right it.

  Odysseus

  What was that?

  Neoptolemus

  I did this whole thing your way.

  Odysseus

  We were Greeks with a job to do, and we did it.

  Neoptolemus

  I behaved like a born liar.

  Odysseus

  But it worked!

  It worked, so what about it?

  Neoptolemus

  Not for me.

  And I’m not leaving till the thing’s put right.

  Odysseus

  It’s the bow. You’re having second thoughts.

  Neoptolemus

  What else?

  Odysseus

  You mean you’re going to just give it back?

  Neoptolemus

  I am going to redress the balance.

  The scales will even out when the bow’s restored.

  Odysseus

  Act your age. Be reasonable. Use your head.

  Neoptolemus

  Since when did the use of reason rule out truth?

  Odysseus

  Neoptolemus: am I hearing right?

  Neoptolemus

  Oh yes. Loud and clear, and more and more.

  Odysseus

  I’d have been better then not hearing you.

  Neoptolemus

  Too bad. Too late.

  Odysseus

  Oh, not too late at all.

  There’s one last barrier you’ll not get past.

  Neoptolemus

  What’s that?

  Odysseus

  The will of the Greek people,

  And me here as their representative.

  Neoptolemus

  What kind of talk is that? You’re capable,

  Odysseus, and resourceful. But you have no values.

  Odysseus

  And where’s the value in your carry-on?

  Neoptolemus

  Candour before canniness. Doing the right thing

  And not just saying it.

  Odysseus

  What’s so right about

  Reneging on your Greek commission?

  You’re under my command here. Don’t you forget it.

  Neoptolemus

  The commands that I am hearing overrule

  You and all you stand for.

  Odysseus

  And what about

  The Greeks? Have they no jurisdiction left?

  Neoptolemus

  The jurisdiction I am under here

  Is justice herself. She isn’t only Greek.

  Odysseus

  You’ve turned yourself into a Trojan, lad,

  And that will have consequences.

  Neoptolemus

  So let them come.

  Odysseus (reaching for his sword)

  Do you see where this hand is now?

  Neoptolemus

  Do you see mine?

  Odysseus

  Right! What I’ve seen and heard here, I’ll report.

  You won’t get off with this. I’m going back

  To outline all the charges.

  Neoptolemus

  A good move.

  If you kept more out of the way like this,

  There’d be less bother all round.

  Exit Odysseus.

  Philoctetes!

  Philoctetes! Come out here. Where are you?

  Enter Philoctetes, at the cave mouth.

  Philoctetes

  What’s all this now?

  Have you not done enough

  Damage already?

  Neoptolemus

  Listen. Listen to me.

  Philoctetes

  I listened to you once and I believed you.

  But never again.

  Neoptolemus

  Do you deny

  The possibility of a change of heart?

  Philoctetes

  Once was enough. You slithered in like this,

  All sincerity till you got the bow.

  Neoptolemus

  Things are different now. I ask again:

  Are you going to stay here saying no for ever

  Or do you come in with us?

  Philoctetes

  I’ll never join

  So you can save your breath.

  Neoptolemus

  That is your last word?

  Philoctetes

  Utterly. No more.

  Neoptolemus

  In that case, I give up.

  Reluctantly, regretfully, give up.

  Philoctetes

  What sort of a surrender do you want?

  How do you think I could believe you ever,

  That told me lies and then when I relented

  Opened the trapdoor under me? Gods curse you

  And the traitors that you’re in with.

  Neoptolemus

  Curse no more.

  I have the bow for you.

  Look. Take it.

  Here!

  Philoctetes

  Where’s the ambush? This I do not believe.

  Neoptolemus

  I swear by the name of Zeus, the almighty god.

  Philoctetes

  Swear, oh, you’ll swear! It’s only words to you.

  Neoptolemus

  It is more than words.

  Hold your hand out.

  Take it.

  Philoctetes comes down. Pause and momentary mutual clasp to recall original pledging. Enter Odysseus.

  Odysseus

  As the gods are my witness, as both of you are Greeks,

  In my capacity as your commander,

  I forbid the handover of this weapon.

  Whether Achilles’ son wants it or not,

  You are under orders, Philoctetes,

  To join the force at Troy.

  Philoctetes

  And you are in range at last.

  He aims the bow.

  Neoptolemus

  No, Philoctetes, no!

  Hold off. Don’t.

  Don’t!

  Philoctetes

  Let go. How dare you, son?

  Let go!

  Neoptolemus

  You can’t.

  Exit Odysseus.

  Philoctetes

  He was mine for the taking and you saved him. Why?

  Neoptolemus

  It would have been the end of both of us.

  Philoctetes

  Commander, he said. One of the big names.

  Big talk only, when all was said and done.

  Neoptolemus

  Forget about him. You have the bow

  And my slate’s clean again. The air is cleared.

  Philoctetes

  Entirely.

  You are back to your old self,

  Your father’s son.

  Neoptolemus

  It does me good to hear that.

  It gives me hope

  You might credit what I’m going to tell you.

  You know it already anyhow. You know

  Human beings have to bear up and face

  Whatever’s meant to be. There’s a courage

  And dignity in ordinary people

  That can be breathtaking. But you’re the opposite.

  Your courage has gone wild, you’re like a brute

  That can only foam at the mouth. You aren’t

  Bearing up, you are bearing down. Anybody

  That ever tries to help you just gets savaged.

  You’re a wounded man in terrible need of healing

  But when your friends try, all you do is snarl

  Like some animal protecting cubs.

  So listen now to me, Philoctetes,

  And brand this into your skull.

  You’re a sick man.

  The snake-bite at the shr
ine was from a god,

  But the gods send remedies, and they expect

  Obedience then as well.

  You are to come

  Of your own free will to the town of Troy.

  Asclepius, the healer, you remember,

  He’ll be there with his sons, and they’ll cure you.

  Then you’re to take your bow and go with me

  Into the front line and win the city.

  All this must come to pass. A soothsayer,

  And a Trojan soothsayer at that, has foretold it.

  This is the summer of the fall of Troy.

  It’ll be talked about for ever and you’re to be

  The hero that was healed and then went on

  To heal the wound of the Trojan war itself.

  Philoctetes

  You’re making me see things in such brilliant light

  I can’t bear it. I’ve been in the afterlife

  For ten years now, ten years of being gone

  And being forgotten. Even you, my son,

  Won’t bring me back. The past is bearable,

  The past’s only a scar, but the future –

  Never. Never again can I see myself

  Eye to eye with the sons of Atreus.

  What’s happened to you, son? This makes no sense.

  These people defiled your father’s memory

  And gave his armour to Odysseus.

 

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