Ores. If you approve it, sir, and are content Go, prince, renew your visit; tell Hermione, Pyr. Nay, Phoenix, now I but begin to triumph; Believe me, a whole bost, a war of foes, To please a thankless woman!-One kind look Pho. O, my royal master! The gods, in favour to you, made her cruel. Pyr. Thou saw'st with how much scorn she treated me! When I permitted her to see her son, I hop'd it might have work'd her to my wishes; And found her bath'd in tears and lost in passion. She kiss'd the boy, and call'd again on Hector. Pha. No doubt she does; and thinks you favour'd in it; But let her go, for an ungrateful woman! Pyr. I know the thoughts of her proud stubborn heart: Vain of her charms, and insolent in beauty, She mocks my rage; and when it threatens loudest, Pho. My royal master, talk of her no more; And not rely upon a rival's care: It may be dangerous. Pyr. But tell me, Phoenix, Dost thou not think the proud Andromache What is't to you, be she enrag'd or pleas'd? Pyr. No, Phoenix, I have been too gentle with her Pyr. That were indeed a most unmanly weakness! Thou dost not know me, Phoenix. Pho. Ah, my prince! You are still struggling in the toils of love. Pyr. Canst thou then think I love this woman still? One who repays my passion with disdaiu! A stranger, captive, friendless and forlorn; She and her darling son within my power; Her life a forfeit to the Greeks: yet I Preserve her son, would take her to my throne, Would fight her battles, and avenge her wrongs; And all this while she treats me as her foe! Pho. You have it in your power to be reveng'd. Pyr. Yes, and I'll show my power! I'll give her cause To hate me! her Astyanax shall die. What tears will then be shed! How will she then Pho. Then hasten, sir, to see the Spartan princess, And turn the bent of your desires on her. Pyr. Oh! 'tis a heavy task to conquer love, And wean the soul from her accustom'd fondness. But come-a long farewell to Hector's widow. "Tis with a secret pleasure I look back, And see the many dangers I have pass'd. The merchant thus, in dreadful tempests tost, Thrown by the waves on some unlook'd-for coast, Oft turns, and sees, with a delighted eye, Midst rocks and shelves the broken billows fly! And, while the outrageous winds the deep deform, Smiles on the tumult, and enjoys the storm. [Exeunt. Enter PYLADES and ORESTES. Pyl. For heaven's sake, sir, compose your ruffled mind, And moderate your rage! Ores. No, Pylades, This is no time for counsel. I am deaf. Talk not of reason. I have been too patient. Life is not worth my care. My soul grows desperate. I'll bear her off, or perish in th' attempt. -by heaven, I will! I'll force her from his arms Pyl. Well, 'tis agreed, my friend-we'll force her hence : But still consider we are in Epirus. The court, the guards, Hermione herself, The very air we breathe, belongs to Pyrrhus. Good gods! what tempted you to seek her here? My purposes were wild. Perhaps I came Pyl. This violence of temper may prove fatal. shocks, These outrages of fate, with temper. He tells me that he weds Hermione, And will to-morrow take her from my hand! Pyl. Your passion blinds you, sir; he's not to blame. In all her bloom of beauty, was neglected. Think not to force her hence; But fly yourself from her destructive charms. I cannot bear the thought! She must be mine! I'll snatch her hence, and bear her to my ships. And blot his embassy? Ores. O, Pylades! My grief weighs heavy on me-'twill distract me! All I request of thee, is to return, And in my place convey Astyanax |