Andromaque, Tragédie - Acte 3, Scene 6
SCENE VI.
Pyrrhus, Andromache, Phoenix, Cephisa.
PYRRHUS , in Phoenix .
Where is the princess?
Avois do not you tell me she was in these places?
PHOENIX .
I croyois.
ANDROMAQUE , to Cephisus .
You see the power of my eyes.
PYRRHUS .
What does it say, Phoenix?
ANDROMAQUE .
Alas, all leave me!
PHOENIX .
Come, Lord, walking in the footsteps of Hermione.
CEPHISUS .
What do you expect? Break this obstinate silence.
ANDROMAQUE .
He promised my son.
CEPHISUS .
There hast not given.
ANDROMAQUE .
No, I am crying: his death is solved.
PYRRHUS .
Deign to turn it on at least the view?
What pride!
ANDROMAQUE .
I only irritate encor.
Go out.
PYRRHUS .
Greeks will deliver Hector's son.
ANDROMAQUE , throwing himself at the feet of Pyrrhus .
Oh, Lord, stop! What do you mean?
If you deliver the son, so indulge their mother.
Your oaths were sworn to me sometimes as friendship!
Gods,-I can at least touch your pity?
Without hope of pardon you pay me?
PYRRHUS .
Phoenix will tell you my word is given.
ANDROMAQUE .
You who braviez for me as various dangers!
PYRRHUS .
I was blind then, my eyes were opened.
Grace your desires pouvoit be granted;
But you have not only requested:
It is done.
ANDROMAQUE .
Oh, Lord, you hear enough
Sighs that were afraid of being rejected!
Forgive the glare of illustrious fortune
This remnant of pride that fears being intrusive.
You do not ignore Andromache, without you,
Never would have a master embraced the knees.
PYRRHUS .
No, you hate me, and in the depths of the soul
You are afraid of having something to my flame.
This same son, the son, the object of so much attention,
Had I saved you at least want.
Hatred, contempt, it all comes together against me;
You hate me more than all the Greeks together.
Enjoy a leisurely noble wrath.
Well, Phoenix.
ANDROMAQUE .
Come join my husband.
CEPHISUS .
Madame. . . . .
ANDROMAQUE , to Cephisus .
And what do you think I have to tell him?
Author of all my troubles, do you think he's not?
Lord, look at the state you reduce me.
I saw my father died, and our fervent walls;
I saw decide the days of my entire family,
And my bloody husband dragged in the dust,
His son, alone with me, reserved for irons.
But what can a son! I breathe, I serve.
I did more: I sometimes consoled
Here, rather than elsewhere, fate had exiled me;
Happy in his misfortune, the son of so many kings,
Since ought to serve, had fallen under your laws.
I thought prison would become his asylum.
Priam once was respected subject of Achilles.
I expected her son still more goodness.
Forgive, dear Hector, my credulity!
I could not suspect your enemy a crime;
Despite himself finally I believed magnanimous.
Ah, if it was enough to let us at least
The tomb that your ashes have raised my care;
And that there ending hatred and our miseries,
There are separat develop remains so expensive!
PYRRHUS .
Will wait for me, Phoenix.
Pyrrhus, Andromache, Phoenix, Cephisa.
PYRRHUS , in Phoenix .
Where is the princess?
Avois do not you tell me she was in these places?
PHOENIX .
I croyois.
ANDROMAQUE , to Cephisus .
You see the power of my eyes.
PYRRHUS .
What does it say, Phoenix?
ANDROMAQUE .
Alas, all leave me!
PHOENIX .
Come, Lord, walking in the footsteps of Hermione.
CEPHISUS .
What do you expect? Break this obstinate silence.
ANDROMAQUE .
He promised my son.
CEPHISUS .
There hast not given.
ANDROMAQUE .
No, I am crying: his death is solved.
PYRRHUS .
Deign to turn it on at least the view?
What pride!
ANDROMAQUE .
I only irritate encor.
Go out.
PYRRHUS .
Greeks will deliver Hector's son.
ANDROMAQUE , throwing himself at the feet of Pyrrhus .
Oh, Lord, stop! What do you mean?
If you deliver the son, so indulge their mother.
Your oaths were sworn to me sometimes as friendship!
Gods,-I can at least touch your pity?
Without hope of pardon you pay me?
PYRRHUS .
Phoenix will tell you my word is given.
ANDROMAQUE .
You who braviez for me as various dangers!
PYRRHUS .
I was blind then, my eyes were opened.
Grace your desires pouvoit be granted;
But you have not only requested:
It is done.
ANDROMAQUE .
Oh, Lord, you hear enough
Sighs that were afraid of being rejected!
Forgive the glare of illustrious fortune
This remnant of pride that fears being intrusive.
You do not ignore Andromache, without you,
Never would have a master embraced the knees.
PYRRHUS .
No, you hate me, and in the depths of the soul
You are afraid of having something to my flame.
This same son, the son, the object of so much attention,
Had I saved you at least want.
Hatred, contempt, it all comes together against me;
You hate me more than all the Greeks together.
Enjoy a leisurely noble wrath.
Well, Phoenix.
ANDROMAQUE .
Come join my husband.
CEPHISUS .
Madame. . . . .
ANDROMAQUE , to Cephisus .
And what do you think I have to tell him?
Author of all my troubles, do you think he's not?
Lord, look at the state you reduce me.
I saw my father died, and our fervent walls;
I saw decide the days of my entire family,
And my bloody husband dragged in the dust,
His son, alone with me, reserved for irons.
But what can a son! I breathe, I serve.
I did more: I sometimes consoled
Here, rather than elsewhere, fate had exiled me;
Happy in his misfortune, the son of so many kings,
Since ought to serve, had fallen under your laws.
I thought prison would become his asylum.
Priam once was respected subject of Achilles.
I expected her son still more goodness.
Forgive, dear Hector, my credulity!
I could not suspect your enemy a crime;
Despite himself finally I believed magnanimous.
Ah, if it was enough to let us at least
The tomb that your ashes have raised my care;
And that there ending hatred and our miseries,
There are separat develop remains so expensive!
PYRRHUS .
Will wait for me, Phoenix.
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