Classic Poem

SCENE IV.

Pyrrhus, Andromache, PHOENIX, Cephisa.

PYRRHUS .

M E looking, madame?
Hope it would be nice if my license?
ANDROMAQUE .

I passed to the places where my son is kept.
Because once you have the day I see
The only property that remains me and Hector and Troy,
I was going, Lord, cry a moment with him:
I have not yet embraced today!

PYRRHUS .

Ah, Madame, the Greeks, if I believe their alarms,
You will soon other topics tears!

ANDROMAQUE .

And what is this fear that their heart is smitten,
Lord? Some Trojan is it you escaped?

PYRRHUS .

Their hatred for Hector is not yet extinct:
They fear his son.

ANDROMAQUE .

Worthy object of their fear!
An unhappy child, who does not know encor
Pyrrhus is his master, and that it is Hector son!

PYRRHUS .

As it is, all the Greeks ask him perish.
Agamemnon's son has often hasten torment.

ANDROMAQUE .

And you pronounce a judgment so cruel?
Is moir interest which makes criminal?
Unfortunately, we do not fear that one day avenge his father;
It is feared that n essuyât the tears of his mother!
He would have given me be a father and a husband;
But I must lose everything, and always by your shots.

PYRRHUS .

Madam, my refusal warned your tears.
All Greeks have already threatened me with their weapons;
But though they might still ironing waters,
Ask your son with a thousand ships;
It might cost all the blood that Helen has spread;
Dussai after ten years I see my palace to ashes
I balance point I rescues her,
I will defend his life at the expense of my life.
But among these perils which I run to please you,
You refuse me a less severe look?
Hated by all Greeks, pressed on all sides,
Will he fight me encor your cruelty?
I offer you my arm. Can I still hope
Whether you accept a heart that loves you?
Fighting for you, me he will be allowed
Do you not count parini my enemies?

ANDROMAQUE .

Lord, what do you do, and say Greece?
Is it that so much heart shows weakness?
Do you want a design so beautiful, so generous,
Password for the transport of a lover mind?
Captive, always sad, unwelcome to myself,
Can you wish Andromache love you?
What charms have eyes for you unfortunates
That the eternal Pleus you convicted?
No, no respect an enemy misery,
Save unhappy, make a son to his mother,
Hundred people to fight him rigor
Without making me pay for his salvation of my heart,
Despite myself, if necessary, give him an asylum;
Lord, this worthy son Achilles care.

PYRRHUS .

Hey what, your anger does he not have its course?
Can hair constantly and always be punished?
I made the unfortunate, no doubt, and Phrygia
Hundred times your blood reddened saw my hand;
But your eyes on me were well-trained,
They sold me dearly tears they poured
How much remorse they have made my prey!
I suffer all the evils that I have made before Troy:
Defeated, loaded with irons, regrets consumed,
Burned more fires than I lit,
So much care, so many tears, so much worried enthusiasm.
Alas, I was never so cruel as you are?
But, to turn around, it's pretty punish us;
Our common enemies ought we meet;
Madam, tell me only that I hope
I give you back your son, and I am his father.
I instruct myself to avenge the Trojans;
I will punish the Greeks of your pain and mine.
Driven by a look, I can do everything:
Your Ilion encor can leave his ashes;
I then, in less time than the Greeks took it,
In his statements walls crown your son.

ANDROMAQUE .

Lord, so many magnitudes affect us much more;
I promettois What he lived as his father.
No, you do not expect to see us encor,
Sacred walls that could not keep my Hector!
A lower favors unfortunate claim,
Lord: it is an exile that my tears you ask.
Suffer away from the Greeks, and even away from you,
I go hide my son and my husband cry.
Your love light against us too much hate;
Return, return to Helen daughter.

PYRRHUS .

And then I, madam? Ah, you embarrass me!
How could he make a heart you hold me?
I know that my wishes was promised the empire;
I know that she came to rule in Epirus;
The spell you wanted one and the other lead,
You to wear shackles it to give.
However I took some care to please him?
And not one would say seeing year contrary,
Your charms all-powerful, and his despised,
It is ioi captive, and that you will prevail?
Ah, one sighs my heart sends you
If échappoit to it, there porteroit joy!

ANDROMAQUE .

And why they rejected your sighs serpient?
She would have forgotten your past service?
Troy, Hector, you rebel against they his soul?
The ashes of a husband, she must finally the flame?
And what husband again! Ah, cruel memories!
His death only made your immortal father
It must at Hector blood all the splendor of his arms;
And you're both known that by my tears.

PYRRHUS .

He well, madam, well, you must obey:
You have to forget you, or rather you hate.
Yes, my wishes have pushed too far their violence
To not stop in indifference;
Think about it: we must now my heart,
If love with transportation, hate with fury.
I will spare nothing in my righteous anger:
The son answered me contempt of the mother;
Greece on demand, and I do not pretend
Always put my glory to save ungrateful.

ANDROMAQUE .

Alas, so it will die! He did his defense
The tears of his mother, and his innocence;
And perhaps, after all, in the state where I am,
His death will advance the end of my troubles.
I prolongeois for him my life and my misery;
But finally its not I go see his father.
Thus, all three, Lord, for your care together,
We. . . . . .

PYRRHUS .

Come on, Madame, go see your son.
Perhaps, seeing your more shy love
Do not always take his anger guide.
To determine our destiny I will find you:
Madam, kissing, thinking to save.