Classic Poem

SCENE III.

Orestes, Hermione, Cleone.

ORESTE .

MADAME , this is fact, and you are served:
Pyrrhus to the altar his unfaithful life.

HERMIONE .

He is dead!

ORESTE .

It expires, and our angry Greeks
Washed in his blood his infidelities.
I promised you avois, and though my courage
This became a fatal plot image
I ran to the temple, where our Greeks scattered
Themselves to the altar in the crowd slipped.
Pyrrhus recognized me, but without changing face:
It seemed to excite my boldness;
All Greeks, braved in their ambassador,
Dussent her hymen meet splendor.
Finally, with transportation taking his diadem,
On the front of Andromache he asked himself:
"I give you, has he said, my crown and my faith,
"Andromache rule over Epirus and me.
"I dedicated to your son friendship of father
"I attest the gods, I swear to his mother.
"To all my enemies I say hers,
"And I reconnois for the king of Troy."
At these words, the people who attiroient suffrage,
Our Greeks responded only by a cry of rage;
The infidel has been wrapped around,
And I could not find a place to hit:
Everyone disputoit the glory of the kill.
I saw in their hands some time to struggle,
All their bloody coups want to steal;
But finally the altar he went down.
The terrified people I went through the press,
To come to these places to take my princess,
And returning to the port where our friends soon
Come covered with the blood that I promised you.

HERMIONE .

What did they do!

ORESTE .

Forgive their impatience;
They have, I see, betrayed your revenge
You wanted my hand should bear the first shots,
He felt that expiroit dying for you;
But it's me whose ardor served their example:
I've only driven for you in the temple,
Madame, and you can just flatter you
In death as their arms were merely carrying.
You only have pushed the blows. . . . . .

HERMIONE .

Hush, treacherous,
And charges that you loose your parricide.
Will make in your Greeks admire thy wrath,
Will I disown, and you fill me with horror.
Barbaric, what hast thou done? With what fury
Have you decided the course of a life so beautiful?
Have you been cruel, the sacrifice today
Without all your blood soulevât for him?
But speaks: his fate that made you the arbiter?
Why murder? What has he done? In what capacity?
Who told you?

ORESTE .

Oh Gods! What, did you not me
You, here, now, ordered his death?

HERMIONE .

Ah, it was necessary to believe a foolish lover?
Do you Devois not read the back of my mind;
And do not you faw in my fits of passion
My heart démentoit my mouth every moment?
When I would have wished, it was necessary to subscribe?
Do not you have a hundred times you do wrong,
Thyself before me see it coming,
Y back again, or rather avoid me?
What do you me laissois care of my vengeance?
Which brings you to places where you flee your presence?
That your love detestable fruit:
You apportois me, cruel, evil that follows you.
It is you whose embassy in both fatal
Did it look to his misfortune to my rival.
We would see encor we share his care;
Perhaps it was aimeroit me, he feindroit least.
Farewell. You can go. I live in Epirus:
I waived Greece, Sparta, his empire,
To all my family, and it is enough for me,
Traitor, it has produced a monster like you.