Classic Poem

SCENE I.

Orestes, PYLADES.

PYLADES .

M ODÉREZ So, Lord, this extreme rage.
I acquainted you more. You're on your own.
Suffer. . . . .

ORESTE .

No, your advice is no longer in season,
Pylades: I am tired of listening to reason.
It is hanging too long tempsma life and my torment.
I must take it off, or I perish.
The design is taken, I want to finish.
Yes, I do.

PYLADES .

Well, he should be removed,
I consent. But think however you are.
What we believe-to you, to do what you do?
Conceal. Calm this restless transport.
Order your eyes to keep the secret.
These guards, this court, the air that surrounds us no,
Everything depends on Pyrrhus, and especially Hermione.
In his eyes especially hide your wrath.
O God, in this state why are you looking for?

ORESTE .

What do I know? Myself I étois then the master?
Fury emportoit me, and I had just maybe
Threaten both ungrateful and her lover.

PYLADES .

And what was the result of this passion?

ORESTE .

And what soul, tell me, would be distracted
Blow my mind which just confused?
He married, he said, Hermione tomorrow;
He wants to meet me hold my hand!
Ah, rather that hand in the blood of the barbarian. . . .

PYLADES .

You accuse him, Lord, what strange destiny;
However, tormented by his own purposes,
It is perhaps to be pitied as much as I pity you.

ORESTE .

No, I know him: my despair flatters.
Without me, without my love, he disdained the ungrateful.
Its charms hitherto had not been able to touch.
The cruel that no one takes me to pull it out.
Oh, gods, it was in fact Hermione won,
For ever from his sight was going to be away!
His heart between love and spite confused,
To give me only waited a refusal;
His eyes ouvroient, Pylades, it écoutoit Orestes
He spoke the complained! One word would do the rest.

PYLADES .

You think!

ORESTE .

Hey what, it ignited anger
Against ungrateful. . . . .

PYLADES .

He was never more loved.
Do you think, when Pyrrhus would have given you,
An excuse ready not had delayed the point?
Would you believe me? Tired of misleading its attractions,
Instead of removing it, flee it for ever.
What, your love wants to load a fury
You hate, that all your life,
Regretting a ready to complete hymen

ORESTE .

That is why I want to remove.
All riroit him, Pylades, and I, for my share,
So I emporterois a useless rage?
I would go away from her encor try to forget?
No, no, my torments I want to join.
It's too moan alone. I am tired that I complain.
I argue in my turn, inhuman fear me;
And his cruel eyes, crying sentenced
Makes me all the names I have given them.

PYLADES .

So how your success embassy
Oreste kidnapper!

ORESTE .

And no matter, Pylades?
When our avenged states enjoy my care,
Ungrateful my tears she enjoy least?
And serve me that Greece admire me,
While I will be the talk of Epirus?
What do you want? But if you must do nothing to disguise,
My innocence is finally starting to weigh on me.
I do not know at all times how unjust power
Lets crime in peace, and continues innocence.
Somewhere on me that I turn my eyes;
I see only misfortunes that condemn the gods.
Deserve their wrath, justify their hatred,
And the fruit of the crime before sentencing.
But you, by what mistake you always want on you
Hijack a wrath which seeks only me?
Enough and too long my love overwhelms you.
Avoids unhappy, abandoned guilty.
Dear Pylades, believe me, you won your pity.
Let me perils which I expect all the fruit.
Door to the Greeks that child Pyrrhus abandons me.
Going on.

PYLADES .

Come, Lord, take off Hermione.
Through perils great heart emerges.
That can conduct friendship with love
Let all your Greeks encourage zeal.
Our ships are ready, and the wind is calling us.
I know all of this palace obscure detours;
You see the sea beats against the walls;
And that night, without difficulty, a secret way
Until your ship lead your prey.

ORESTE .

I believe, dear friend, for your friendship too;
But forgive the evils which you alone have pity;
Excuse unfortunate that loses everything he loves,
Everyone hates and hates himself.
Why can not I in my turn in a happier fate. . . .

PYLADES .

Conceal, Lord that's all I want.
Keep your plan before the coup broke out.
Forget hitherto Hermione is ungrateful;
Forget your love. It comes, I see.

ORESTE .

Go away. Answer me of her, and I answer for myself.