Classic Poem

SCENE VII.

Pyrrhus, Andromache, Cephisa.

PYRRHUS .

MADAME , live.
Can you make this son encor you cry.
Yes, I feel regret that exciting your tears
I do against me give you weapons.
I thought I bring more hatred in these places.
But, madam, at least turn towards me eyes:
See if my eyes are a severe judge.
If an enemy that seeks to displease you.
Why do you force me yourself á betray you?
The name of your son, let's stop hair.
To save enfln it is I who invites you.
Should you require my sighs his life?
Should I kiss her favor that your knees?
For the last time, save it, save yourself.
I know what oaths I break the chains for you;
How do I go on my break hatred.
I refer Hermione, and I put on his forehead,
Instead of my crown, an eternal insult:
I lead you to the temple where her hymen is about;
I will gird headband prepared for his head.
But it is not, madam, an offer to be despised;
I tell you, we must either perish or conquer.
My desperate heart of one year ingratitude
Can no longer suffer his fate uncertain.
It is fear, threaten, and moan too long.
I die if I lose you, but if I die I expect.
Think about it: I leave you, I will come and take you
To lead you to the temple where the son is waiting for me;
And there you see me, or submitted furious
Top, madam, or you lose your eyes.