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to you.

me

you fly?

Did he not lead their harass'd troops to conquest, Phoe. I thought so, sir.
When they despair'd, when they retir'd froni Andro. Thou seest what mighty power my
Troy,

eyes have on him! And sought for shelter in their burning fleets ?

To Cephisa. Did he not then supply his father's place? Pyr. What says she, Phoenix? No, my Cleone, he' is 'above constraint; Andro. I have no hope left! He acts unforc'd; and where he weds, he loves. Phoe. Let us be gone-Hermione expects you.

Cle. Oh, that Orestes had remain'd in Greece! Ceph. For heaven's sake, madam, break this I fear to-morrow will prove fatal to him.

sullen silence. Her. Wilt thou discourse of nothing but Andro. My child's already promis'd. [ Apart. Orestes? Ceph. But not given,

Apart Pyrrhus is mine again! Is mine for ever! Andro. No, no! – My tears are vain! – His Oh, my Cleone, I am wild with joy!

doom is fix'd! [Apart. Pyrrhus, the bold, the brave, the godlike Pyrrhus! Pyr. See if she deigns to cast one look

upon us. Ob, I could tell thee numberless exploits, Proud woman! And tire thee with his battles. Oh, Cleone- Andro. I provoke him by my presence. Cle. Madam, conceal your joy-I see An- Let us retire. dromache

Pyr. Come, let us satisfy She weeps, and comes to speak her sorrows The Greeks, and give them up this Phrygian boy.

Andro. Ah, sir, recall those words! - What Her. I would indulge the gladness of my

have
you

said?
heart!

If

you give up my son, oh, give up me! Let'us retire—Her grief is out of season. You, who so many times have sworn

friendship, Enter ANDROMACHE and CEPHISA.

Oh, heavens! will you not look with pity on me? Andro. Ah, madam! whither, whither do Is there no hope ? 'Is there no room for pardon?

Pyr. Phoenix will answer you — iny word Where can your eyes behold a sight more

is pass'd. pleasing

Andro. You, who would brave so many Than Hector's widow, suppliant and in tears?

dangers for me. I come not an alarm'd, a jealous foe,

Pyr.
Í was your

lover then, I now am free. To envy you the heart your charms have won-To savour you, I might have spar'd his life; The only man I sought to please, is gone; But you

would ne'er vouchsafe to ask it of me. Killd in my sight, by an inhuman hand. Now 'tis too late. Hector first taught me love; which my

fond beart Andro. Oh, sir, excuse Shall ever cherish, till we meet in death. The pride of royal blood, that checks my soul, But, oh, I have a son! And you, one day, And knows noi how to be importunate. Will be no stranger to a mother's fondness: You know, alas ! I was not born to kneel, But heaven forbid that you should ever know To sue for pity, and to own a master. A mother's sorrow for an only son,

Pyr. No, in your heart you curse me! you Her joy, her bliss, ber last surviving comfort!

disdain When

every

hour she trembles for his life! My gen'rous flame, and scorn to be oblig'd. Your power o'er Pyrrhus may relieve

my

fears. But I shall leave you to your great resentments. Alas, what danger is there in a child, I.et us go, Phoenix, and appease the Greeks. Sav'd from the wreck of a whole ruin'd empire? Andro. Then let me die, and let me go to Let me go hide him in some desert isle:

Hector. You may rely upon my tender care

Ceph. But, madamTo keep him far from perils of ambition : Andro. What can I do more? The tyrant All he can learn of me will be to weep! Sees my distraction, and insults my tears. Her. Madam, 'tis easy to conceive your grief;

[To Cephisa. But it would ill become me to solicit Behold, how low you have reduc'd a queen! In contradiction to my father's will:

These eyes have seen my country, laid in ashes, 'Tis he who urges to destroy your son. My kindred fall in war, my father slain, Madam, if Pyrrhus must be wrought to pity, My husband dragg’d in his own blood, my son No woman does it better than yourself. Condemnd to bondage, and myself a slave; If you gain him, I shall comply of course. Yet, in the midst of these unheard-of woes,

[Exit with Cleone. 'Twas some relief to find myself your captive; Andro. "Didst thou not mind with what And that my son, derivd from ancient kings,

disdain she spoke? - Since he must serve, had Pyrrhus for bis master. Youth and prosperity have made her vain; When Priam kneeld, the great Achilles wept: She has not seen the fickle turns of life. I hop'd I should not find his son less noble. Ceph. Madam, were I as you I'd take her I thought the brave were still the more comcounsel;

passionate. I'll speak my own distress: one look from you Oh, do not, sir, divide me from my child! Will vanquish Pyrrhus, and confound 'the If he must die — Greeks —

Pyr. Phoenix, withdraw awhile. See, where he comes. Lay hold on this occasion.

[E.cit Phoenir.

Rise, madam. Yet you may preserve your son. Enter PYRRHUS and PHOENIX. I find, whenever I provoke your tears, Pyr. Where is the princess? Did you not I furnish you with arms against myself. inform me

I thought my hatred fix'd before I saw you. Jlermione was here?

[To Phoenix. Oh, turn your eyes upon me while I speak!

And see if you discover in my looks Oh, my dead lord! Oh, Priam's royal house!
An angry judge, or an obdurate foe. Oh, my Astyanax! at what a price
Why will you force me to desert your cause? Thy mother buys thee!-Let us go.
In your son's name I beg we may be friends! Ceph. But whither?
Think, oh think,

And what does your unsettled heart resolve ? (Tis the last time) you

both

may yet be happy! Andro. Come, my Cephisa, let us go together I know the ties í break, the foes I arm; To the sad monument which I have rais'd I wrong. Hermione; I send her hence; To Hector's shade; where, iņ their sacred uro, And with her diadem I bind your brows. The ashes of my hero lie enclos'd, Consider well; for 'tis of moment to you. The dear remains which I have sav'd from Troy; Choose to be wretched, madam, or a queen. There let me weep, there summon to my aid, I leave you to your thoughts. When I return, With pious rites, my Hector's awful shade; We'll to the temple. There you'll find your son; Let him be witness to my doubts, my fears; And there be crown'd, or give him up for ever. My agonizing heart, my slowing tears:

[Exit. Oh! may he rise in pity from his tomb, Ceph. I told you, madam, that, in spite of And fix his wretched son's uncertain doom. Greece,

[Exeunt. You would o'crrule the malice of your fortune.

A CT IV.
Andro. Alas, Cephisa, what have I obtain'd?

SCENE I.
Only a poor short respite for my son.
Ceph. You have enough approv'd your faith

Enter HermIONE and, Cleone.
to Hector;

Cle. This unexpected silence, this reserve, To be reluctant still would be a crime. This outward calm, this settled frame of mind, He would himself persuade you to comply After such wrongs and insults, much surprise me! Andro. How! wouldst thou give me Pyr- You, who before could not command your rage,

rhus for a husband ? When Pyrrhus look'd but kindly on his captive; Ceph. Think you 'twill please the ghost of How can you bear unmov'd, that he should your dead husband,

wed her, That you should sacrifice his son? Consider, And seat her on a throne which you should fill? Pyrrhus once more invites you to a throne; I fear this dreadful stillness in your soul! Turns all his power against the foes of Troy, Twere better, madam Remembers not Achilles was his father, Her. Have you callid Orestes ? Retracts his con quests, and forgets his hatred. Cle. Madam, I have; his love is too impatient Andro. But how can I forget it? how can I Not to obey with speed the welcome summons. Forget my Hector, trealed with dishonour, His love-sick heart'o'erlooks his unkind usage: Depriv'd of funeral rites, and vilely dragg'd, His ardour's still the same.—Madam, he's here. A bloody corpse, about the walls of Troy?' Can I forget the good old king, his father,

Enter ORESTES. Slain in my pre sence at the altar slain;"

Ores. Ah, madam, is it true? does then Orestes Which vainly for protection he embrac'd ? At length attend you by your own commands ? Hast thou forgot that dreadful night, Cephisa, What can I do? When a whole people fell ? Methinks I see Her. Orestes, do you love me? Pyrrhus, enrag'd and breathing vengeance, enter

Ores. What means that question, princess? Amidst the glare of burning palaces :

Do I love you?' see him hew his passage through my brothers, My oaths, my perjuries, my hopes, my fears, And, bath'd in blood, lay all my kindred waste. My farewell

, my return-all speak my love. Think, in this scene of horror, what I suffer'd! Her. Avenge my wrongs, and I'll believe This is the courtship I receiv'd from Pyrrhus;

them all. And this the husband thou wouldst give me! No,

Ores. It shall be done. My soul has caught We both will perish first! I'll ne'er consent.

th' alarm. Ceph. Since you resolve Astyanax shall die, We'll spirit up the Greeks; I'll lead them on: Haste to the temple, bid your son farewell. Your cause shall animate our fleets and armies. Why do you tremble, madam?

Let us return; let us not lose a moment, Andro. O Cephisa !

But urge the fate of this devoted land: Thou hast awaken'd all the mother in me. Let us depart. How can I bid farewe!l to the dear child, Her. No, prince, let us stay here! The pledge, the image of my much-lov'd lord! I will have vengeance here; I will not carry But

, oh! while I deliberate, he dies. This load 8f infamy to Greece, not trust No, no, thou must not die, while I can save thee: The chance of war to vindicate my wrongs. Oh! let me find out Pyrrhus-Oh, Cephisa! Ere I depart, I'll make Epirus mourn. Do you go find him.

If you avenge me, let it be this instant; Ceph. What must I say to him?

My rage brooks no delay; baste to the temple, Andro. Tell bim I love my son to such Haste, prince, and sacrifice him.

Ores. Whom?
But dost thou think he means the child shall die? Her. Why, Pyrrhus.
Can love rejected turn to so much rage?

Ores. Pyrrhus! Did you say Pyrrhus?
Ceph. Madam, he'll soon be here. Resolve Her. You demur. -
on something

Oh, fly! be gone! give me not time to think. Andro. Well then, assure him

Talk not of laws--he tramples on all laws. Ceph. Madam, of your love?

Let me not hear him justified-away! Andro. Alas, thou know'st that is not in my Ores. You cannot think I'll justify my rival. power.

Madam, your love has made him criminal.

excess

too:

You shall have vengeance; I'll have vengeance Charge him to say, Hermione's resentments,

Not those of Grecce, have sentenc'd him to death. But let our hatred be profess'd and open: Haste, my Cleone! My revenge is lost, Let us alarm all Greece, denounce a war; If Pyrrhus knows not that he dies by me! Let us attack him in his strength, and hunt Cle. I shall obey your orders.—But I see bim down

The king approach.—Who could expect bim By conquest. Should I turn base assassin,

here? 'T'would sully all the kings I represent. Her. O fly, Cleone, fly! and bid Orestes

Her.llave not been dishonour'd, set at nought, Not to proceed a step before I see him. Expos'd to public scorn?-And will

you
suffer

[Exit Cleone. The tyrant, who dares use me thus, to live? Know,prince, I bate him more than once I lov’d

Enter PYRRHUS. him.

Pyr. Madam, 1 ought to shun an injur'd The gods alone can tell how once I lov'd him.

princess. Yes, the false, perjur'd man, I once did love him; Your distant looks reproach me; and I come And, spite of all his crimes and broken vows, Not to defend, but to avow my guilt

. If he should live, I may relapse-who knows Pyrrhus will ne'er approve his own injustice, But I to-morrow may forgive his wrongs ? Nor form excuses while his heart condemns him. Ores. First let me tear him piecemeal. He Discharge your anger on this perjur'd man! shall die,

For I abhor my crime, and should be pleas'd But, madam, give me leisure to contrive To hear you speak your wrongs aloud: no terms, The place, the time, the manner of his death: No bitterness of wrath, nor keen reproach, Yet I'm a stranger in the court of Pyrrhus; Will equal half the upbraidings of my heart. Scarce have I set my foot within Epirus, Her. I find, sir, you can be sincere: you scorn When you enjoin me to destroy the prince. To act your crimes with fear, like oiber men. It shall be done this very night.

A hero 'should be bold, above all laws; Her. But now,

Be bravely false, and laugh at solemn ties. This very bour, he weds Andromache; To be persidious shows a daring mind! The temple shines with pomp, the golden throne And you bave pobly triumph'd o'er a maid! Is now prepar'd, the joy sul rites begin; To court me-10 reject me-to returnMy shame is public-Oh, be speedy, prince! Then to forsake me for a Phrygian slaveMy wrath's impatient-Pyrrbus lives too long! To lay proud Troy in asbes; then to raise Inient on love, and heedless of his person, The son of Hector, and renounce the Greeks, He covers with his guards the Trojan boy. Are actions worthy the great soul of Pyrrbus! Now is the time; assemble all your Grecks; • Pyr. Madam, go on! Give your resentment Mine shall assist them; Jet their sury loose:

birth, Already they regard him as a foc.

And pour forth all your indignation on me. Be gone, Orestes ! kill the faithless tyrant; Her. 'Twould please your queen, should I My love shall recompense the glorious deed.

upbraid your falsehood; Ores. Consider, madam

Call you persidious, traitor, all the names Her. You but mock my rage!

That injur'd virgins lavish on your ser; I was contriving how to make you happy. I should o'erflow with tears, and die with grief, Think you to merit by your idle sighs, And furnish out a tale to sooth her pride; And not attest your love by one brave action? But, sir, I would not overcharge her joys. Go, with your boasted constancy! and leave If you would charm Andromache, recount Hermione to ex cute ber own revenge.

Your bloody battles, your exploits, your I blush to think how my too easy faith

slaughters, Has twice been bailled in one shameful hour! Your great achievements in her father's palace. Ores. Hear me but speak! - You know I'll She needs must love the man, who fought so die to serve you!

bravely, Her. I'll go myself; I'll stab him at the altar; And in her sight slew half her royal kindred! Then drive the poniard, réeking with his blood, Pyr. With horror I look back on my past Through my own heart. In death we shall unite.

deeds! Better to die with him, than live with you! I punish'd Helen's wrongs too far; I shed Ores. That were to make him blest, and Too much of blood: but, madam, Helen's me more wretched.

daughter Madam, he dies by me. Have you a foe, Should not object those ills the mother caus'd. And sball I let him live ? My rival too! However, I'm pleas'd to find you hate me; Ere yon

meridian sun declines, he dies; I was too forward to accuse myself; And you shall say that I deserve your

love. The man who ne'er was lov'd, can ne'er be false. Her. Go, prince; strike home! and leave the Obedience to a father brought you hither;

And I stood bound by promise to receive you: Let all your ships stand ready for our flight. But our desires were different ways inclin'd;

[E.cit Orestes. And you, I own, were not obligʻd to love me Cle. Madam, you'll perish in this bold attempt. Her.Have I not lov'd you then! perfidious man? Hér. Give me my vengeance, I'm content for you I slighted all the Grecian princes; to perish.

Forsook my father's house; conceald my wrongs, I was to blame to trust it with another: When most provok’d; would not return to In my own hands it had been more secure.

Sparta, Orestes hates not Pyrrhus as I hate him. In hopes that time might fix your wavering heart. Oh, would Orestes, when he gives the blow, I lov'd you when inconstant; and even now; Tell him he dies my victim!—llaste, Cleone, Inbuman king! that you pronounce my death

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hate you;

you!

My heart still doubts if I should love or hate you— And call him to this hated light again,
But, oh, since you resolve to wed another, To see Andromache in Pyrrhus' arms?
Defer your cruel purpose till to-morrow, Would Blector, were he living, and I dead,
That I may not be here to grace your triumph! Forget Andromache, and wed her soe?
This is the last request I e'er shall make you. Ceph. I cannot guess what drift your thoughts
See, if the barbarous prince vouchsafes an

pursue ;
answer!

But, oh, I fear there's something dreadful in it!
Go, then, to the lov'd Phrygian; hence! be gone! Must then Astyanax be doom'd to die,
And bear to her those vows that once were mine: And you to linger out a life in bondage?
Go, in defiance to the avenging gods! Andro. Know then the secret purpose of
Be gone! the priest expects you at the altar;

my soul:
But, tyrant, have a care I come not thither. [Exit. Andromache will not be false to Pyrrhus,

Nor violate her sacred love to Hector.
Enter PHOENIX.

This hour I'll meet the king; the holy priest Phoe. Sir, did you mind her threats ? your Shall join us, and confirm our mutual vows. life's in danger:

This will secure a father to my child :
There is no trisling with a woman's rage. That done, I have no further use for life :
The Greeks that swarm about the court, all This pointed dagger, this determin'd hand,

Shall save my virtue, and conclude my woes.
Will treat you as their country's enemy, Ceplisa, thou
And join in her revenge: besides, Orestes Wilt lend a hand to close thy mistress' eyes.
Still loves her to distraction. Sir, I beg - Ceph. Oh, never think that I' will stay behind
Pyr. How, Phoenix, should I fear a wo-
man's threats ?

Andro. No, my Cephisa, I must have thee live.
A pobler passion takes up all my thoughts: I must commit into thy faithful hands
I must prepare to meet Andromache. All that is dear and precious to“ my soul.
Do thou place all my guards about her son: Live, and supply my absence to my child;
If he be safe, Pyrrhus is free from fear. [Exit

. All that remains of Troy; a future progeny
Phoe. Oh, Pyrrhus!oh, what pity 'tis, the gods, Of beroes, and a distant line of kings,
Who fill'd thy soul with every kingly, virtue, In bim, is all intrusted to thy care.
Form'd thee for empire and consummate Tell him my sonl repos'd itself on him,
greatness,

When I resign'd my son to his protection. Should leave thee so expos'd to wild desires, Ceph. Oh, for a spirit to support my grief! That hurry thee beyond the bounds of reason! Is there aught more, before you go for ever?

[Flourish. Andro. Oh, my Cephisa! my swoln heart But see, the queen,

is full! Magnilicent in royal pride, appears. I have a thousand farewells to my sonI must obey, and guard her son from danger. But tears break in! Grief interrupts my speech!

[Exit

. My soul o'erflows in fondness! Let him know Enter ANDROMACHE and CephisA.

I died to save him—and would die again.

Season his mind with early hints of glory; Ceph. Madam, once more you look and Make him acquainted with his ancestors; move a queen.

Trace out their shining story in his thoughts; Your sorrows are dispers’d, your charms revive, Dwell on the exploits of his immortal father; dod every

faded beauty blooms aney. And sometimes let him hear his mother's name. Andro. Yet all is not as I could wish, Cephisa. Ile must be taught to stifle his resentments, Ceph. You see the king is watchful o'er And sacrifice his vengeance to his safety: Your son;

Should he prove headstrong, rash, or unadvis'd, Decks him with princely robes, with guards He then will frustrate all his mother's virtue, surrounds him.

Provoke his fate, and I shall die in vain. Astyanax begins to reign already.

Ceph. Alas, I fear I never shall outlive you! Andro. Pyrrhus is nobly minded; and I fain Andro. No more; thy tears, Cephisa, will Would live to thank bim for Astyanax:

betray me; Tis a vain thought. However, since my child Assume a cheerful look. But still rememberHas such a friend, I ought not to repine.

[Flourish within. Ceph. These dark untoldings of your soul Hark how the trumpet, with its sprightly notes, perplex me.

Proclaims th’appointed hour, and calls us hence: For heaven's sake, madam, let me know your Hector, I come once more a queen, to join thee! griefs.

Thus the gay victim, with fresh garlands crown'd, If you distrust my faith

Pleas'd with the sacred fife's enlivening sound, Andro. That were to wrong thee. Through gazing crowds,in solemn state proceeds, Oh, my Cephisa! This gay, borrow'd air, And dress'd in fatal pomp magnificently bleeds. This blace of jewels, and this bridal dress,

(Esfeunt. Are but mock' trappings, to conceal my woe:

ACT v. My heart still mourns; I still am Hector's widow.

SCENE I. Ceph. Will you then break the promise giv'n to Pyrrhus,

Enter HERMIONE. Blow

up his rage again, and blast your hopes? Her. What have I done? Where am I? Andro. I thought, Cephisa, thou hadst known

Where is Pyrrhus ?
thy mistress.

Ye gods! what mean these horrors? I'm undone
Couldst thou believe I would be false to Hector? My soul is on the rack! I cannot bear it
Fall off from such a husband! Break his rest, Why do I wander like some guilty ghost?

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What brought me to this place? What keeps Her. No; I'll avenge myself; I'll to the temple;
me here?

I'll overturn the altar, slab the priest ;
The court of Pyrrhus has no room for me! I'll hurl destruction, like a whirlwind, round me!
Do I still doubt if I should lore or hate him? They must not wed! they must not live! they
Hard-hearted man! bow unconcern'd he left me!

shall not!
Did he once sigh? bestow one pitying look? Let me be gone; I have no time to lose;
Once shed a tear? or speak one soft, kind word? Stand off! hold me not! I am all distraction!
Did he so much as feign one moment's sorrow, O Pyrrhus! tyrant! traitor! thou shalt bleed.
To calm my grief, and mitigate his falsehood?
Why am I still thus anxious for his life?

Enter ORESTES. Why do I start at his impending fate? Ores. Madam, 'tis done: your orders are Shall he then live? Shall the base traitor live

obey'd
To laugh at my distress? No, let him perish! The tyrant lies expiring at the altar.
Be quick, Orestes! Execute my orders! Her. Is Pyrrhus slain?
Alas! my orders! Oh, preposterous guilt! Ores. Even now he gasps in death.
Can I decree the death of him I love ? Our Grecks, all undistinguish'd in the crowd,
Was it for this my soul delighted in him? Flock'd to the temple and dispers’d themselves
Was it for this I left my father's court? On every side the altar: I was there:
Have I then crossd so many realms and seas Pyrrhus observ'd me with a haughty eye,
To murder Pyrrhus?

And, proud to triumph over Greece in me,
Enter CLEONE.

From his own brows he took the diadem,
Oh, Cleone, help me!

And bound it on the temples of his captive. What have I done? Is Pyrrhus yet alive? Receive, said he, my crown; receive my

faith; What say'st thou? Answer me. Where is Mine, and my people's sovereign reign for ever. the king ?

From this blest hour, a father to your son, Cle. Madam, I saw the cruel prince set forward, I'!! scourge his foes: henceforward be he stýr'd Triumphant in his looks, and full of joy. The Trojan king: I swear it at the altar, Still as he walk’d, his ravish'd eyes were fix'd And call the gods to ratify my vows, On the fair captive; while through shouting His subjects with loud acclamations shook crowds

The spacious dome! our Greeks enrag'd cry'dout She pass'd along with a dejected air, “Revenge! revenge!" broke through the throngAnd 'seem'd to mourn her Hector to the last.

ing press, Her. Insulting tyrant! I shall burst with rage! And rush'd tumultuous on the unguarded king. But say, Cleone, didst thou mark him well? Pyrrhus awhile oppos'd their clashing swords, Was his brow smooth ? Say, did there not appear And dealt his fatal blows on every side Some shade of grief? some little cloud of sorrow? With manly fierceness; till oppress'd by Did he not stop? Did he not once look back?

numbers, Didst thou approach him? Was be not con- Streaming with blood, all over gash'd with founded?

wounds, Did he not-Oh, be quick, and tell me all! He reeld, he groan'd, and at the altar fell.

Cle. Madam, the tumult' of his joy admits Haste, madam, let us fly! haste to our ships ! No thought but love. Unguarded he march'd on, They lie unmoor’d: our friends attend us there. 'Midst a promiscuous throng of friends and foes, Her. What have they done? His cares all turn upon Astyanas,

Ores. Madam, forgive their rage. Whom he has lodg'd within the citadel, I own your vengeance had been more complete Defended by the strength of all his guards. Had Pyrrhus fall’n by me; and had he known Her. Enough! he dies! the traitor! Where's Hermione chastis'd him by my arm. Orestes?

Her. Peace, monster, peace! Go tell thy
Cle. He's in the temple, with his whole retinue.

borrid tale
Her. Is he still resolute? Is he still determin'd? To savages, and howl it out in deserts.
Cle. Madam, I fear -

Wouldst thou impute to me thy barbarous guilt ?
Her. How? Is Orestes false?

Me wouldst thou make th' accomplice of thy Does he betray me too ?

crimes? Cle. A thousand doubts

Hence, to thy Greeks, and boast thy foul exPerplex his soul, and wound him with remorse;

ploits! His virtue and his love prevail by turns. My soul abhors them! I disclaim the deed. He told me Pyrrhus should not fall ignobly; Be gone! I know thee not, thou fell barbarian! Pyrrhus, the warlike son of great Achilles, What had he done? What could provoke thy He dreads the censure of the Grecian states,

madness
Of all mankind, and fears to stain his honour. To assassinate so great, so brave a man?
Her. Poor tim'rous wretch! 'tis false! he Who set thee on
basely fears

Ores. Oh, grant me patience, heaven!
To cope with dangers, and encounter death! With your own lips did you not curse the tyrant,
'Tis that he fears. Am I bright Helen's daughter? Pronounce his death, and urge me to destroy
To vindicate her wrongs all Greece conspir'd;

him?
For her confederate nations fought, and kings Her. What if, transported by my boundless
were slain;

passion,
Troy was o'erthrown, and a whole empire fell. I could not bear to see him wed another,
My eyes want force to raise a lover's arm Were you t' obey a jealous woman's frenzy?
Against a tyrant that has dar'd to wrong me! You should have div'd into

my

inmost thoughts: Cle. Madam, like Helen, trust your cause My heart, though full of rage, was free from to Greece.

malice;

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