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his son.

And, deaf to all the tender calls of pity, II go to weep a few sad moments with him.
Lite a cool murderer, bathe my hands in blood? I have not yet to-day, embrac'd my child;
An infant's blood ?' No, prince; go bid the I have not held him in my widow'd arms.

Pyr. Ah, madam, should the threats of Mark out some other victim; my revenge

Greece prevail, llas bad its fill. What has escap'd from Troy You'll have occasion for your tears indeed. Shall not be sav'd to perish in Epirus.

Andro. Alas! what threats? What can alarm Ores. I need not tell you, sir, Astyanax

the Greeks? Was doom'd to death in Troy; nor mention bow There are no Trojans left. The crafty mother v'd her darling son.

Pyr. Their bate llector The Greeks do now but urge their former sen- Can never die: the terror of his name tence:

Still shakes their souls, and makes them dread Nor is't the boy, but Hector, they pursue; The father draws their vengeance on the son: Andro. A mighty honour for victorious The father, who so oft in Grecian blood

Greece, Has drench'd his sword; the father, whom the To fear an infant, a


friendless child! Greeks

Who smiles in bondage, nor yet knows himself May seek e'en here. Prevent them, sir, in time. The son of Hector, and the slave of Pyrrhus. Pyr. No! let them come; since I was born Pyr. Weak as he is, the Greeks demand his life, to wage

And send no less than Agamemnon's son Eternal wars. Let them now turn their arms To setch him hence. On him who conquer'd for them. Let them come;

Andro. And, sir, do you comply. And in Epirus seek another Troy.

With such demands? This blow is aim'd at me. Twas thus they recompens'd my godlike sire; How should the child avenge his slaughter'd sire? Thus was Achilles thank'd. Bui, prince, re- But, cruel men! they will not have him live member,

To cheer my heavy heart, and ease my bonds. Their black ingratitude then cost them dear. I promis'd to myself in him a son, Ores. Shall Greece then find a rebel son in In him a friend, a husband, and a father. Pyrrhus?

But I must suffer sorrow heap'd on sorrow, Pyr. Have I then conquer'd to depend on And still the fatal stroke must come from you. Greece?

Pyr. Dry up those tears; I must not see Ores. Hermione will sway your soul to peace,

you weep; And mediate 'twixt her father and yourself. And know, I have rejected their demands. Her beauty will enforce my embassy.

The Greeks already aten me with war; Pyr. Hermione may have her charms, and 1 But, should they arm, as once they did for Helen, May love her still, though not her father's slave. And hide the Adriatic with their fleets; I may, in time, give proofs that I'm a lover; Should they prepare a second ten years' siege, But never must forget that I'm a king. And lay my towers and palaces in dust; Meanwhile, sir, you may see fair Helen's I am determined to defend your son, daughter:

And rather die myself than give him up. I know how near in blood you stand ally'd. But, madam, in the midst of all these dangers, That done, you have my answer, prince. "The Will you refuse me a propitious smile? Greeks,

Hated’of Greece, and press'd on every side, Yo doubt, expect your quick return. Let me not, madam, while I fight your cause,

(Erit Orestes and Attendant. Let me not combat with your cruelties, Phoe. Sir, do you send your rival to the And count Andromache amongst my foes. princess?

Andro. Consider, sir, how this will sound Pyr. I am told that he has lov'd her long.

in Greece!

How can so great a soul betray such weakness? Have you not cause to fear the smother'd flame Let not men say, so generous a design May kindle at her sight, and blaze anew; Was but the transport of a heart in love. And she be wrought to listen to his passion? Pyr. Your charms will justify me to the world. Pyr. Ay, let them, Phoenix; let them love Andro. How can Andromache, a captive their fill:

queen, Let them go hence; let them depart together: O'erwhelm'd with grief, a burden to berself, Together let them sail for Sparta; all my ports Harbour a thought of love? Alas! what charms Are open to them both. From what constraint, llave these unhappy eyes, by you condemn'd What irksome thoughts, should I then be re- To weep for ever? Talk' of 'it no more. liev'd!

To reverence the misfortunes of a foe; Phoe. But, sir

To succour the distress'd; to give the son Pyr. I shall another time, good Phoenix, To an alllicted mother; to repel Cobosom to thee all my thoughts: for see, Confederate nations, leagud against his life;

(Exit Phoenix. Unbrib’d by love, unterrify'd by threats,

To pity, to protect him : ihese are cares, Enter ANDROMACHE and Cephisa.

These are exploits worthy Achilles' son. May 1, madam,

Pyr. Will your reseniments, then, endure Flatier my hopes so far as to believe

for ever? You come to seek me here?

Must Pyrrhus never be forgiven? 'Tis true, Andro. This way, sir, leads

My sword has often reek'd in Phrygian blood, To those apartments where you guard my son. And carry'd havoc through your royal kindred; Since you permit me, once a day, to visit But you, fair princess, amply have aveng'd All I have left of Hector and of Troy, Old Priam's vanquish'd house! and all the woes

Phoe. If so,

Andromache appears.

comes not

I brought on them, fall short of what I suffer. Groan'd in captivity, and out-liv'd Hector.
We both have suffer'd in our turns; and now Yes, my Astyanax, we'll go together!
Our common foes shall teach us to unite. Together to the realms of night we'll go!
Andro. Where does the captive not behold There to thy ravish'd eyes thy sire I'll show,
a foe?

And point hím out among tbe shades below. Pyr. Forget the term of hatred, and behold

[E.reuní. A friend in Pyrrhus. Give me but to hope,

I'll free your son, I'll be a father to him:
Myself will teach him to avenge the Trojans.

Scene 1.
I'll go in person to chastise the Greeks,

Enter HERMIONE and Cleone. Both for your wrongs and mine. Inspir'd by you, Her. Well, I'll be ruld, Cleone; I will see him : What would I not achieve? Again shall Troy I have told Pylades that he may bring him ; Rise from its ashes: this right arm shall fix But trust me, were I left to my own thoughts, Her seat of empire, and your son shall reign. I should forbid him yet. Andro. Such dreams of greatness suit not Cle. And why forbid him ? my condition :

Is he not, madamn, still the same Orestes ? His hopes of empire perish'd with his father. Orestes, whose return you oft have wish'd ? No; thou imperial city, ancient Troy, The man whose sufferings you so late lamented, Thou pride of Asia, founded by the gods! And often prais'd his constancy, and love? Never, oh never, must we hope to see Her. That love, that constancy, so ill requited, Those bulwarks rise, which Hector could not Upbraids me to myself. I blush to think guard!

How I have us'd him, and would shun his Sir, all I wish for is some quiet exile,

presence. Where far from Greece remord, and far from What will be my confusion when he sees me, you,

Neglected and forsaken, like himself? I may conceal my son, and mourn my husband. Will he not say, is this the scornful maid, Your love creates me envy. Oh, return! The proud Hermione, that tyranniz'd Return to your betroth'd Hermione. In Sparta's court, and triumph'd in her charms? Pyr. Why do you mock me thus? you Her insolence at last is well 'repaid. know, I cannot.

I cannot bear the thought. You know my heart is yours; my soul hangs Cle. You wrong yourself on you;

With unbecoming fears. He knows to well You take up every wish: my waking thoughts, Your beauty and your worth. Your lover And nightly dreams, are all employ'd on you. 'Tis true, Hermione was sent to share To offer insults, but to repeat his vows, My throne and bed; and would with transport And breathe his ardent passion at your feet. hear

But, madam, what's your royal father's will? The vows which you neglect.

What orders do your letters bring from Sparta? Andro. She has no Troy,

Her. His orders are, if Pyrrhus still delay No Hector to lament: she has not lost The nuptials, and refuse to sacrifice A husband by your conquests. Such a husband! This Trojan boy, I should with speed embark, (Tormenting thought!) whose death alone has And with their embassy return to Greece. made

Cle. What would you more? Orestes comes Your sire immortal. Pyrrhus and Achilles

in iime Are both grown great by my calamities. To save your honour. Pyrrhus cools apace:

Pyr. Madam, 'tis well! 'tis very well! I find Prevent his falsehood, and forsake him first. Your will must be obey’d; imperious captive, I know you hate him; you have told me so. It shall. Henceforth I blot



mind; Her. Hate him! My injur'd honour bids You teach me to forget your charms; to hate you:

me hate him. For know, inhuman beauty, I have lov'd The ungrateful man, to whom I fondly gave Too well to treat you with indifference. My virgin heart! the man I lov'd so dearly; Think well upon it; my disorder'd soul The man I doated on. O, my Cleone! Wavers between th'extremes of love and rage. How is it possible I should not hate him? I have been too tame; I will awake to vengeance! Cle. Then give him over, madam. Quit The son shall answer for the mother's scorn.

his court, The Greeks demand him; nor will I endanger And with OrestesMy realms, to pleasure an ungrateful woman. Her. No! I must have time Andro. Then he must die! alas, my son To work up all my rage; to meditate must die!

A parting full of horror! My revenge lle has no friend, no succour left, beside Will be but too much quicken'd by the traitor. His mother's tears, and his own innocence. Cle. Do you then wait new insults, new Pyr. Gu, madam, visit this unhappy son.

affronts? The sight of him may bend your stubborn heart, To draw you from your father! Then to leave you! And turn to softness your unjust disdain. In his own court to leave you, for a captive! I shall once more expect your answer. Go; If Pyrrhus can provoke you, he has done it. And think, while you embrace the captive boy, Her. Why dost thou heighten my distress? Think, that his life depends on your resolves.

I fear [Exeunt Pyrrhus and Attendants. To search out my own thoughts, and sound Andro. Tilgo, and in the anguish of my heart, Weep o'er my child; if he must die, my life Be blind to what thou seest: believe me cur'd: Is wrapt in his; I shall not long survive. Flatter my weakness; tell me I have conquer'd: 'Tis for his sake that I have suffer'd life, Think that my injur'd soul is set against him;

my heart.

to one

And do thy best to make me think so too. Ores. My embassy

Cle. Why woald you loiter here then ? Is at an end; for Pyrrhus has refus'd
Her. Let us fly!

To give up Hector's son. Some hidden power
Let us be gone! I leave him to his captive! Protects the boy.
Let him go kneel, and supplicate his slave. Her. Faithless, ungrateful man! [Aside.
Let us be gone! But what if he repent? Ores. I now prepare for Greece; but ere I go,
What, if the perjur'd prince again submit, Would hear my final doom pronounc'd by you.
And sue for pardon? What, if he renew What do I say? I do already hear it!
His former vows? But, oh, the faithless man! My doom is fix'd: I read it in your eyes.
He slights me; drives me to extremities. However, Her. Will you then still despair? "be still
I'll stay, Cleone, to perplex their loves:

suspicious? I'll stay, till, by an open breach of contract, What have I done? wherein have I been cruel ? I make him hateful to the Greeks. Already 'Tis true, you find me in the court of Pyrrhus; Their vengeance have I drawn upon the son; But 'twas my royal father sent me bither. The second embassy shall claim ihe mother; And who can tell but I have shar'd your griefs ? I will redouble all my griefs upon her. Have I ne'er wept in secret ? never wish'd Cle. Ah, madam! whither does your rage To see Orestes ? transport you?

Ores. Wish'd to see Orestes ! Andromache, alas! is innocent.

O joy! O ecstasy! My soul's entranc'd! A woman plung'd in sorrow, dead to love; O charming princess! O transcendant maid ! And when she thinks on Pyrrhus, 'tis with My utmost wish!-- Thus, thus let me express orror.

My boundless thanks!-I never was unkappy. Her. Would I had done so too! he had Am I Orestes ? not then

* Her. You are Orestes: Betray'd my easy faith. But I, alas!

The same, unalter'd, generous, faithful lover; Discover'd all the fondness of my soul; The prince whom I esteem, whom I lament, I made no secret of my passion to him, And whom I fain would teach my heart to love. Sor thought it dangerous to be sincere. Ores. Ay, there it is!—I have but your esteem, My eyes, my tongue,"my actions spoke my heart. While Pyrrhus has your heart. Cle. Well might you speak without reserve, Her. Believe me, prince,

Were you as Pyrrhus, I should hate you. Engag'd to you by solemn oaths and treaties. Ores. No.

Her. His ardour, too, was an excuse to mine: I should be blest, I should be lov'd as he is !
With other eyes he saw me then. Cleone, Yet all this while I die by your disdain,
Thou may'st remember, every thing conspir'd While he neglects your charms, and courts
To favour him: my father's wrongs avengd;

another. The Greeks triumphant; fleets of Trojan spoils; Her. And who has told you, prince, that His mighty sire's, his own immortal fame,

I'm neglecied? His eager love; all

, all conspir'd' against me. · Has Pyrrhus said-(Oh, I shall go distracted!) But I have done; I'll think no more of Pyrrhus: Has Pyrrhus told you so? or is it you Orestes wants not merit, and he loves me. Who think thus meanly of me?-Sir, perhaps, My gratitude, my honour, both plead for him; All do not judge like you. And if I've power o'er my own heart, 'tis his. Ores. Madam, go on; Cle. Madam, he comes

Insult me still; I'm us'd to bear your scorn. Her. Alas! I did not think

Her. Why am I told how Pyrrhus loves He was so near! I wish I might not see him.

or hates ?

Go, prince, and arm the Greeks against the rebel; Enter Orestes.

Let ihem lay waste his country, rase his towns, How am I to interpret, sir, this visit? Destroy his fleets, his palaces--himself! Is it a compliment of form, or love ? Go, prince, and tell me then how much I love him. Ores. Madam, you know my weakness.


To hasten his destruction, come my fate

yourself; To love unpity'd; to desire to see you; And work your royal father to his ruin. And still to swear each time shall be the last. Her. Mean while he weds Andromache. My passion breaks through my repeated oaths, Ores. Ab, princess! And every time I visit you I'm perjur'd. What is't I hear? Even now I find my wounds all bleed afresh ; Her. What infamy for Greece, I blush to own it, but I know no cure. If he should wed a Phrygian, and a captive! I call the gods to witness, I have tried Ores. Is this your hatred, madam?—Tis in vain Whatever man could do (but tried in vain), To hide your passion; every thing betrays it: To wear you from my mind. Through storiny Your looks, your speech, your anger, nay, seas,

your silence; And savage climes, in a whole year of absence, Your love appears in all; your secret flame I courted dangers, and I long'd for death. Breaks out the more, the more you would Her. Why will you, prince, indulge this

conceal it. mournful tale?

Her. Your jealousy perverts my meaning still, It ill becomes the ambassador of Greece And wrests each circumstance to your disquiet: To talk of dying and of love. Remember My very hate is construed into fondness. The kings you represent: shall their revenge Ores. Impute my fears, if groundless, to my Be disappointed by your ill-tim'd passion?

love. Discharge your embassy. "Tis not Orestes Her. Then hear me, prince. Obedience to The Greek's desire should die.

a father


should prepare


First brought me hither; and the same obedience I went to see the mournful interview,
Detains me here, till Pyrrhus drive me hence, And found her bath'd in tears and lost in passion.
Or my offended fatber shall recall me. Wild with distress, a thousand times she call'd
Tell this proud king that Menelaus scorns On Hector's name: and when I spoke in comfort,
To match' his daughter with a foe of Greece: And promis'd my protection to her son,
Bid bim resign Astyanax or me.

She kiss'd the boy, and call'd again on Hector. If he persists to guard the hostile. boy, Does she then think that I preserve the boy, Hermione embarks with you for Sparta. To sooth and keep alive her flame for Hector?

[Exeunt Hermione and Cleone. Phoe. No doubt she does; and thinks you faOres. Then is Orestes blest! my griefs are fled!

vour'd in it; Fled like a dream!— Methinks I tread in air! But let her go, for an ungratesu! woman! Pyrrhus, enamour'd of bis captive queen, Pyr. I know the thoughts of her proud Will thank me, if I take her rival hence.

stubborn heart: He looks not on the princess with my eyes.

Vain of her charms, and insolent in beauty, Surprising happiness!'unlook’d-for joy! She mocks my rage; and when it threatens Never let love despair. The prize is mine!

Be smooth, yo seas, and ye propitious winds, Expects 'twill soon be humbled into love.
Breathe from Epirus to the Spartan coasts! But we shall change our parts, and she shall find
Į long to view the sails unfurl'd!-But see! I can be deaf like her, and steel my heart.
Pyrrhus approaches in a happy hour. She's Hector's widow; I, Achilles' son!

Pyrrhus is born to hate Andromache.

Phoe. My royal master, talk of her no more;
Pyr. I was in pain to find you, prince. I do not like this anger. Your Hermione
My warm,

Should now engross your thoughts. 'Tis time Ungovern'd temper would not let me weigh

lo sce her; The importance of your embassy, and hear 'Tis time


the nuptial rites, You argue for my good. I was to blame. And not rely upon a rival's care: I since have pois'd your reasons: and I thank It may be dangerous. My good allies: their care deserves my thanks. Pyr. But tell me, Phoenix, You have convinc'd me, that the weal of Greece, Dost thou not think the proud Andromache My father's honour, and my own repose, Will be enrag'd, when I shall wed the princess? Demand that Hector's race should be destroy’d. Phoe. Why does Andromache. still baunt I shall deliver up. Astyanax,

your thoughts? And you yourself shall bear the victim hence. What is't to you, be she enrag'd or pleas'a ?

Ores. If you approve it, sir, and are content Let her name perish—hink of her no more. To spill the blood of a defenceless child, Pyr. No, Phoenix, I have been too gentle The offended Greeks, no doubt, will be appeas'd.

with her; Pyr. Closer to strain the knot of our alliance, I have check'd my wrath, and stifled my reI have determind to espouse Hermione.

.sentment: You come in time to grace our nuptial rites: She knows not yet to what degree I hate her. In you the kings of Greece will all be present, Let us return. lil brave her to her face : And

you hare right to personate her father, I'll give my anger its free course against her. As his ambassador and brother's son. Thou shalt see, Phoenix, how I'll break her pride. Go, prince, renew your visit; tell Hermione, Phoe, Oh, go not, sir! There's ruin in her To-morrow I receive her from


Ores. Oh, change of fortune! Oh, undone You do not know your strength. You'll fall

[Aside, and exit.

before her,
Pyr. Well, Phoenix!am I still a slave to love ? Adore her beauty, and revive her scorn.
What think'st thou now? Am I myself again? Pyr. That were indeed a most unmanly
Phoe. 'Tis as it should be; this discovers

weakness! Pyrrhus;

Thou dost not know me, Phoenix. Shows all the hero: now you are yourself, Phoe. Ab, my prince! The son, the rival of the great Achilles ! You are still struggling in the toils of love. Grecce will applaud you, and the world confess Pyr. Canst thou ihen think I love this Pyrrhus has conquera Troy a second time!

woman still?
Pyr. Nay, Phoenix, now I but begin to One who repays my passion with disdain!

A stranger, captive, friendless and forlorn;
I never was a conqueror till now.
Believe mc, a whole bost, a war of foes, Her life a forfeit to the Greeks: yet

power ;
May sooner be subdu'd than love. Oh, Phoenix ! Preserve her son, would take her io my throne,
Whal ruin have I shunn'd? The Greeks, enrag’d, Would fight her battles, and avenge her wrongs;
Hung o'er me like a gathering storm, and soon And all this while she treats me as her foe!
Jlad burst in thunder on my head; while I Phoe. You have it in your power to be
Abandon'd duty, empire, honour, all,

reveng'd. To please a thankless woman!-One kind look Pyr. Yes, and I'll show my power! I'll give Had quite undone me!

her cause
Pie. O, my royal master!

To hate me! her Aslyanax shall die.
The gods, in favour to you, made her cruel. What tears will then be shed! How will she then
Pyr. Thou saw'st with how much scorn she In bilterness of heart reproach my name!
treated me!

Then, to complete her woes, will I espouse
When I permitted her to see her son,

Hermione--'t will stab her to the heart!
I hop'd it might have work'd her to my wishes; Phoe. Alas, you threaten like a lover still!


But now,

Pyr. Phoenix, excuse this struggle of my soul;Pyl. Will then Orestes turn a ravisher, 'Tis the last effort of expiring love.

And blot his embassy ? Phoe. Then hasten, sir, to see the Spartan Ores. (), Pylades! princess,

My grief weighs heavy on me- -'t will distract me! And turn the beni of your desires on her. The gods have set me as their mark, to empty

Pyr. Oh! 'tis a heavy task to conquer love, Their quivers on me. Leave me lo mysell. And wean the soul from her accustom'd fondness. Mine be the danger, mine the enterprize. But come-a long farewell to Hector's widow. All I request of thee, is to return, Tis with a secret pleasure I look back, And in my place convey Astyanax And see the many dangers I have pass’d. (As Pyrrhus has consented) into Greece. The merchant thus, in dreadful tempests tost, Go, Pylades Thrown by the waves on some unlook'd-for coast, Pyl. Lead on, my friend, lead on! Oft turns, and sees, with a delighted eye, Let us bear off Hermione! No toil, Midst rocks and shelves the broken billows fly! No danger can deter a friend. Lead on! And, while the outrageous winds the deep deform, Draw up the Greeks, summon your num'rous Smiles on the tumult, and enjoys the storm.

train; [Exeunt. The ships are ready, and the wind sits fair: ACT III.

There eastward lies the sea; the rolling waves SCENE I.

Break on those palace-stairs. I know each pass,

Each avenue and outlet of the court.

This very night we'll carry her on board. Pyl. For 'heaven's sake, sir, compose your Ores. Thou art too good! I' trespass on thy ruffled mind,

friendship: And moderate your rage!

But, oh! excuse a wretch, whom no man pities, Ores. No, Pylades,

Except thyself: one, just about to lose This is no time for counsel. I am deaf.

The treasure of his soul: whom all mankind Talk not of reason. I have been too patient. Conspire to hate, and one who hates himself. Life is not worth my care. My soul grows When will my friendship, be of use to thee? desperate.

Pyl. The question is unkind. I'll bear her off, or perish in th' attempt.

remember, I'I force her from his arms-by heaven, I will! To keep your counsels close, aud hide your Pyl. Well, 'tis agreed, my friend - we'll

thoughts; force her hence:

Let not Hermione suspect. No more-
But still consider we are in Epirus.

I see her coming, sir.
The courl, the guards, Hermione herself, Ores. Away, my friend;
The very air we breathe, belongs to Pyrrhus. I am advis’d; my all depends upon it.
Good gods! what tempted you to seek her here?

[Exit Pylades. Ores. Lost to myself, I knew not what I did; My purposes were wild. Perhaps I came

Enter HERMIONE and CLEONE. To menace Pyrrhus, and upbraid the woman. Madam, your orders are obey'd; I have seen Pyi. This violence of temper may prove fatal. Pyrrhus, my rival; and have gain'd him for


. Ores. It must be more than man to bear The king resolves to wed yon. these shocks,

Her. So I am told ; These outrages of fate, with temper.

And, further, I am inform'd, that you, Orestes, He tells me that he weds Hermione,

Are to dispose me for the intended marriage. And will to-morrow take her from my.

hand! Ores. And are you, ņiadam, willing to comply.? My hand shall sooner tear the tyrant's heart. Her. What can I do? alas! my faith is Pyl. Your passion blinds you, sir; he's not

promis'd: to blame.

Can I refuse what is not mine to give? Could you but look into the soul of Pyrrhus, A princess is not at her choice to love; Perhaps you'll find it tortur'd like your own. All we have left us is a blind obedience :

Ores. No, Pylades! 'tis all design. His pride, And yet you see how far I had comply'd,
To triumph over me, has chang'å his love. And made my duty yield to your entreaties.
The fair Hermione, before I came,

Ores. Ah, cruel maid! you knew — but I In all her bloom of beauty, was neglected.

have done. Ah, cruel gods! I thought her all my own! All have a right to please themselves in love. She was consenting to return to Sparta: I blame you not. 'Tis true, I hop'd — but you Her heart, divided betwixt rage and love, Are mistress of your heart, and I'm content. Was on the wing to take its leave of Pyrrhus. Tis' fortune is my enemy, not you, Sbe beard my sighs, she pitied my complaints, But, madam, I shall spare you further pain She prais'd my constancy. The least indifference on this uncasy theme, and take my

leave. From this proud king, had made Orestes happy!

[Exit. Pyl. So your fond heart believes!

Her. Clcone, couldst thou think he'd be so Think not to force her hence ;

calm? But fly yourself from her destructive charms. Cle. Madam, his silent grief sits heavy on him. Ores. Tálk no more!

He is to be pitied. His too cager love I cannot bear the thought! She must be mine! Kas made him busy to his own destruction. Did Pyrrhus carry thunder in his hand, His threats have wrought this change of mind rd stand the boli, and challenge all his fury,

in Pyrrhus. Ere I resign Hermione. By force

Her. Dost thou think Pyrrhus capable of fear? I'll snatch her hence, and bear her to my ships. Whom should the intrepid Pyrrhus fear? The Have we forgot her mother Helen's rape ?


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