Classic Poem

SCENE V.

Pyrrhus, Hermione, PHOENIX.

PYRRHUS .

VOU did not expect me, madam, and I see
My trouble here first interview.
I do not come armed with an unworthy artifice,
On the sail cover my equity injustice:
Just my heart condemns me down;
I soutiendrois evil that I do not think so.
I married a Trojan. Yes, madam, and I confess
I promised you the faith that I hold him.
Another you would say that in the Trojans fields
Both our fathers we formed without these links;
And without consulting my choice or yours,
We were loveless attached to one another;
But it is enough for me to be submitted to me.
By my ambassadors my heart you were promised;
Far to dismiss, I wanted to subscribe:
I saw you arrive with them in Epirus;
And though the eye of another victorious shine
Had already warned the power of your eyes,
I stopped myself to this new ardor,
I wanted to insist me to be faithful to you;
I got you a queen, and till this day
I thought my oaths tiendroient me instead of love.
But this love prevails, and by a fatal blow,
Andromache tears me a heart she hates:
One by one trained, we run to the altar
We swear we even an immortal love.
After that, Madame, explode against a traitor,
Who is with pain, and yet wants to be.
To me, far from forcing so righteous anger,
Perhaps as much as you it will relieve me.
Give me all the names for the perjury:
I fear your silence, not your insults;
And my heart, raising thousand secret witnesses,
Tell me all the more that you tell me the least.

HERMIONE .

Lord, in this confession stripped of artifice,
I love to see that at least you went justice;
And, wishing well break a solemn bow,
You give up crime criminal.
Is it fair, after all, a conqueror falls
Under the servile law to keep his promise?
No, perfidy has something to tempt you;
And you will seek Me for you boast.
What, with neither oath nor having to retain,
Search for a Greek lover, a Trojan;
Leave me, take me, and return encor
Daughter Helen to the Hector's widow;
Crowned by turns the slave and the princess
Sacrifice Trojan Greeks, the son of Hector Greece:
All this from always self-possessed a heart,
On a hero who is not a slave to his faith!
To please your wife, you may faudroit
Provide the sweet names of perjury and traitor.
You came to my forehead observe pallor,
To go into his arms laugh at my pain.
Crying after his chariot you want them to see me;
But the Lord, one day it would be too much joy;
And without looking elsewhere for securities borrowed
Do it not enough of those you wearing?
Old father of Hector value shot
The feet of his family dying in his view,
While within her your arm down,
Seeking a balance of blood that had ice age;
In streams of blood Trojan fiery dive;
Your own hand slaughtered Polyxena
The eyes of all Greeks indignant against you:
What can we deny these generous shots?

PYRRHUS .

Madam, I know too well how fit of rage
Helen vengeance carried my courage:
I can complain to you of blood I shed;
But finally I consent to forget the past.
I thank heaven that your indifference
My happy sighs teach me innocence:
My heart, I see, too quick to pop,
Ought better acquainted with you and look better.
My remorse you faisoient a deadly insult:
We must believe liked to believe unfaithful.
You prétendiez item dwell in your shoes:
I fear I betray you, maybe I get you.
Our hearts were by no facts dépendans one another:
I suivois my duty, and you transfer to yours:
Nothing engageoit you love me indeed.

HERMOINE .

I have not loved thee, cruel! What have I done?
I despised you for the wishes of all our princes;
I looked for you myself deep in your provinces;
I've encor despite your unfaithfulness,
And despite my shameful Greeks my kindness;
I ordered them to hide my injury;
I waited in secret return of perjury;
I thought that sooner or later, your duty rendered
You rapporterois me a heart that was due me.
I loved her you inconstant, qu'aurois I completely accurate?
And even at this time when your cruel mouth
Comes so quietly announce my death,
Ungrateful, I doubt encor if I do not love you.
But Lord, if necessary, if the angry sky
Subject to other eyes the glory of pleasing you,
Complete your hymen, I agree, but at least
Do not force me to witness.
Perhaps for the last time I speak.
Postpone it for a day, tomorrow you will master. . . . .
You do not answer? Treacherous, I see:
You count the moments that you lose with me!
Your heart, impatient to see your Troyes,
Admits reluctantly maintains another you
You speak of her heart, you look for the eyes.
I remember you well, save yourself from these places:
Go to swear faith that thou hadst sworn to me;
Will desecrate the sacred majesty of the gods:
These gods, the gods just have not forgotten
That the same oath you have linked with me.
Door to the foot of the altar this heart that leaves me;
Go, run, but fear encor to find there Hermione.