Classic Poem

SCENE VIII.

Andromache, Cephisa.

CEPHISUS .

JE you avois predicted that despite Greece
Your fate encor you might mistress.

ANDROMAQUE .

Alas, what effect your words are followed!
There remained for me to condemn my son.

CEPHISUS .

Madam, your husband is being faithful enough.
Too much under pourroit make you criminal.
He himself porteroit your soul sweetness.

ANDROMAQUE .

What, I would give him Pyrrhus succeeded?

CEPHISUS .

And wants his son that the Greeks delight you.
Do you think after all his shade blush;
He despised, Madame, a victorious king
Which takes you back to the level of your ancestors
Who tramples you your winnings angry
Who does not remember that Achilles was his father,
That belies his exploits, and makes unnecessary?

ANDROMAQUE .

Should I forget, if no one remembers anymore?
Should I forget Hector private funeral,
Without honor and dragged around our walls?
Should I forget my father at my feet inverted
Bloodying the altar he held kissed?
Dream, dream, Cephissus this cruel night
Which was for all people eternal night.
Imagine Pyrrhus, the étincelans eyes
Entering the light of our scorching palace
All my dead brothers making a passage
And blood covered everything heats up the carnage;
Think of the cries of the victors, dream cries desmourans
Flame smothered under the expirans iron;
Paint yourself into these horrors Andromache distraught:
Here as Pyrrhus came to offer my views;
This exploits by which he was able to crown;
Finally, here is the husband you want me to.
No, I will not be complicit in his crimes;
We take, if he wants to last victims.
All my resentments seroient enslaved him!

CEPHISUS .

Well, so let's see your son expire:
It is waiting for you ... You shudder, Madam!

ANDROMAQUE .

Ah, what memories do you come knocking my soul!
What, Cephisus, I will go see expire encor
This son, my only joy, and the image of Hector,
This son, that he left me his love pledge!
Unfortunately, I remember the day that his courage
Achilles made him look, or rather death,
He asked his son, and took him in his arms:
"Dear wife, he said, wiping my tears,
"I do not know how successful the fate keeps my arms;
"I leave you my son as a pledge of my faith:
"If he loses, I pretend that I found in you.
"If a happy marriage memory is dear to you,
"Watch the son how much you chérissois father."
And I can see a spread blood so valuable?
And let him destroy all his ancestors?
Barbarian king, I need my crime drags?
If I hate you, is he guilty of my hatred?
You he has all his alleged the death?
Did he complain to your eyes sore that does not feel?
But however, my son, you die if I stop
The iron cruel takes up on your head.
I then divert to, and I will offer you!
No, you will not die, I would then suffer.
'll Find Pyrrhus. But no, dear Cephissus
Will find it for me.

CEPHISUS .

What must I say?

ANDROMAQUE .

Tell him that my son love is strong enough. . . . .
Do you think that in his heart he has sworn his death?
Can love it so far push his barbarity?

CEPHISUS .

Madam, it will soon go fury.

ANDROMAQUE .

Well, will provide it. . . . .

CEPHISUS .

What? Your faith?

ANDROMAQUE .

Alas, for the promise is it still mine?
O ashes of a husband, O Trojans, O my father!
O my son, that your days are costly to your mother!
Come on.

CEPHISUS .

Where, then, madame, and you solve it?

ANDROMAQUE .

Come visit his tomb on my husband.