Andromaque, Tragédie - Acte 5, Scene 5
SCENE V AND FINAL .
Orestes, PYLADES, Soldiers Orestes .
PYLADES .
IL must go, Lord. Get out of the palace,
Or do we resolve never to leave.
Our Greeks for a moment defend the door.
All the assembled people chasing us with a strong hand.
Orders Andromache here everything is submitted:
They treat her like a queen, and we like enemies.
Andromache herself, Pyrrhus so rebellious,
Makes it all the duties of a faithful widow,
Order that the revenge, and perhaps qu'encor
She goes on we Hector vengeance.
Will: do not expect it surrounds us;
Our Greeks join us, and while Hermione
Still holds the people around her stopped,
This is our way, get out safely.
ORESTE .
No, this is Hermione, friends, I want to follow:
On his last stop I can no longer survive.
Depart: I did the crime, and I will atone.
PYLADES .
Hermione, Lord! He must forget.
What, still the instrument and the object of his rage,
Looking at the dead some new outrage?
And because she dies, you must die?
ORESTE .
She dies! Gods, what do I hear?
PYLADES .
Hey what, you did not know!
On entering these places we met
Which was current to the temple, worried, lost.
She found Pyrrhus worn by soldiers
His blood excitoit to avenge his death.
Probably this object is moved his rage.
But the top of the door finally we saw
A dagger in his hand on Pyrrhus bend,
Raise his eyes to heaven, hit and fall.
ORESTE .
Thanks to God, my misfortune spend my hope!
Yes, I thank thee, O sky, your perseverance!
Applied tirelessly care to punish me,
At the height of the pain you have sent me;
Your hatred has enjoyed training my misery;
I was born to be an example to your anger,
Misfortune to be a perfect model.
Well, I die happy, and my fate is filled!
Where are these two lovers? To crown my joy,
In their blood, in mine, I must drown;
One and the other dying I want to watch.
Meet three hearts that could not agree ...
But what thick night suddenly surrounds me!
Which side out? Where did I shiver?
What horror seized me? Thank heaven, I see ...
Gods, what streams of blood flowing around me!
PYLADES .
Oh, Lord!
ORESTE .
What, Pyrrhus, I meet you again!
I find everywhere a rival that I abhor?
Pierced by so many blows, how have you saved?
Well, well, this is the shot that I booked you.
But what do I see? In my eyes Hermione kiss!
She just snatch the blow which threatened!
Gods, what it looks awful throws at me!
What demons, serpents which she drags after him?
Well, hell girls, your hands are ready?
Who are these serpents hiss on your heads?
Who do you intend for the camera that follows you?
Remove you from me into the eternal night?
Come, your fury Oreste surrenders.
But no, remove yourself, do not take Hermione:
The ungrateful better than you will tear me;
And I finally carries him my heart to devour.
PYLADES .
He lost feeling. Friends, time presses;
Sparing the moments that leave us transportation.
Saving it. Our efforts would become impotent
If reprenoit here his rage with his senses.
Orestes, PYLADES, Soldiers Orestes .
PYLADES .
IL must go, Lord. Get out of the palace,
Or do we resolve never to leave.
Our Greeks for a moment defend the door.
All the assembled people chasing us with a strong hand.
Orders Andromache here everything is submitted:
They treat her like a queen, and we like enemies.
Andromache herself, Pyrrhus so rebellious,
Makes it all the duties of a faithful widow,
Order that the revenge, and perhaps qu'encor
She goes on we Hector vengeance.
Will: do not expect it surrounds us;
Our Greeks join us, and while Hermione
Still holds the people around her stopped,
This is our way, get out safely.
ORESTE .
No, this is Hermione, friends, I want to follow:
On his last stop I can no longer survive.
Depart: I did the crime, and I will atone.
PYLADES .
Hermione, Lord! He must forget.
What, still the instrument and the object of his rage,
Looking at the dead some new outrage?
And because she dies, you must die?
ORESTE .
She dies! Gods, what do I hear?
PYLADES .
Hey what, you did not know!
On entering these places we met
Which was current to the temple, worried, lost.
She found Pyrrhus worn by soldiers
His blood excitoit to avenge his death.
Probably this object is moved his rage.
But the top of the door finally we saw
A dagger in his hand on Pyrrhus bend,
Raise his eyes to heaven, hit and fall.
ORESTE .
Thanks to God, my misfortune spend my hope!
Yes, I thank thee, O sky, your perseverance!
Applied tirelessly care to punish me,
At the height of the pain you have sent me;
Your hatred has enjoyed training my misery;
I was born to be an example to your anger,
Misfortune to be a perfect model.
Well, I die happy, and my fate is filled!
Where are these two lovers? To crown my joy,
In their blood, in mine, I must drown;
One and the other dying I want to watch.
Meet three hearts that could not agree ...
But what thick night suddenly surrounds me!
Which side out? Where did I shiver?
What horror seized me? Thank heaven, I see ...
Gods, what streams of blood flowing around me!
PYLADES .
Oh, Lord!
ORESTE .
What, Pyrrhus, I meet you again!
I find everywhere a rival that I abhor?
Pierced by so many blows, how have you saved?
Well, well, this is the shot that I booked you.
But what do I see? In my eyes Hermione kiss!
She just snatch the blow which threatened!
Gods, what it looks awful throws at me!
What demons, serpents which she drags after him?
Well, hell girls, your hands are ready?
Who are these serpents hiss on your heads?
Who do you intend for the camera that follows you?
Remove you from me into the eternal night?
Come, your fury Oreste surrenders.
But no, remove yourself, do not take Hermione:
The ungrateful better than you will tear me;
And I finally carries him my heart to devour.
PYLADES .
He lost feeling. Friends, time presses;
Sparing the moments that leave us transportation.
Saving it. Our efforts would become impotent
If reprenoit here his rage with his senses.
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Very interesting is Racines
Very interesting is Racines concept of love. Rof him love closely resemblence a physiological disorder, a fatal illness alternating moods of calm and crisis, and with deceptive hopes of recovery or fulfilment, the final remission culminating in a quick death.
His main characters are monsters, and stand out in glraing contrast to the regularity of plays structure and versification. The suffering lover Hermione is aware of nothing exceptand the means whereby it can be relieved. Her love is not founded upon esteem of the beloved and a concern for his happiness and welfare, but is essentially selfish. In a torment of jealousy, she tries to relieve the "pangs of despised love" by having him to be put to death, and thus associating him with her own suffering .
The true depth of the tragedy is reached when Hermione realizes that Pyrrhu's love for Andromaque continues beyond the grave.
Masterfull work, for me, his second best, after Phedre.
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