Classic Poem

SCENE I.

Andromache, Cephisa.

CEPHISUS .

AH , I have no doubt: this is your husband, madam,
Hector is this miracle in your soul!
He wants to encor Trojan can meet
With this son happy it makes you keep.
Pyrrhus you promised. You just heard,
Madam: he waited for a word you make.
Believe in its transport: father, scepter, allies,
Content of your heart, it puts everything at your feet;
About him, and all his people he makes you sovereign.
Is this the worthy winner of so much hatred?
Against the Greeks already full of a noble anger,
Care of your son touches as much as you:
It prevents their fury, he let his guard him;
Not to expose himself he ventures.
But tous'apprête the temple, and you promised ...

ANDROMAQUE .

Yes, I shall find. But will see my son.

CEPHISUS .

Madam, you press? Just that his view
Now in your eyes is no longer defended.
You can provide your kindness to him soon;
And your embraces will not be counted.
What a pleasure to raise a child we see grow
No longer as a slave to his master high,
But to see him reborn as kings!

ANDROMAQUE .

Cephissus will see for the last time.

CEPHISUS .

What do you say? O Gods!

ANDROMAQUE .

O, my dear Cephissus
It is not with you my heart disguises!
Your faith in my misfortune is shown in my eyes;
But I thought that my turn you connoissois me better.
What, did you think Andromache infidel
Could betray a husband who believes in reliving it;
And, as so many dead waking pain,
Care of my rest made me disturb them?
Is this ardor as promised to his ashes?
But his périssoit son, he had to defend.
Pyrrhus married me declares himself the support;
Simply: I do not mind me sit on him.
I know what Pyrrhus: violent, but sincere
Cephisus, it will more than he promised.
The wrath of the Greeks I based encor:
Their hatred will give a father of Hector son.
I will, since I must sacrifice myself,
Ensure Pyrrhus the rest of my life;
I, receiving his faith on the altars,
The commitment to my son by immortal nodes.
But soon my hand me one fatal,
In unfaithful life shorten the rest;
And saving my virtue, I will have
A Pyrrhus, my son, my husband, me.
That my love innocent stratagem;
That is what a husband ordered me himself.
I will only join Hector and my ancestors.
Cephisus is up to you to close my eyes.

CEPHISUS .

Ah, do not pretend that I can survive. . . . .

ANDROMAQUE .

No, I forbid you, Cephisus, follow me.
I entrust to your care my only treasure
If you vivois for me, screw Hector's son.
Hope Trojans single depositary
Think of how you become kings needed.
Sleep with Pyrrhus; make him keep his faith:
If necessary, I agree that he's talking about me.
Give him argue hymen where I row:
Tell him before my death I was engaged to him;
His resentment must be deleted;
By leaving him my son, it is enough to estimate.
Am acquainted with my son the hero of his race:
As much as you can, drive it on their trail:
Tell him what exploits their names broke,
Rather they did what they were;
Talk to him everyday virtues of his father;
And sometimes also referred him to his mother.
But he no longer thinks, Cephissus to avenge us:
We leave him a master, he must strike.
He of his ancestors a modest memory:
It is the blood of Hector, but it is the rest;
And it remains finally I myself, in one day,
Sacrificed my blood, my hatred and love.

CEPHISUS .

Alas!

ANDROMAQUE .

'm Me, if your heart in alarms
That he will be ordered from your tears.
We come from. Hide your tears, Cephisus, and remember
That the fate of Andromache is committed to your faith.
This is Hermione. Come, let us flee the violence.