Monologue

Strophe I Monologue from Philoctetes

From Philoctetes by Sophocles

male · anguished · 43 sec

Phil. My lonely Cave, my last Retreat, Expos’d alike to Cold and Heat; I never shou’d thy Limits leave, But make thee both my House and Grave. Alas! by me thy craggy Stones Are fill’d with Sobs, and Sighs, and Groans! What will become of me this Day! No Hopes to catch the flying Prey! I wish that Vultures here wou’d fly, And bear me swiftly to the Sky, And tear me piece-meal in the Air; This wretched Life I cannot bear.

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