Classic Poem

SCENE IV.

Pyrrhus, Orestes, PHOENIX.

PYRRHUS .

J E cherchois you, Lord. Some violence
Made me your reasons combat power,
I confess, and, since I left you,
I felt the strength and experienced equity.
I thought, like you, to Greece, my father,
For myself, in a word, I devenois contrary;
I relevois Troy, and imperfect rendois
All that was Achilles, and everything I did.
I do not condemn a legitimate wrath:
And you will go, Lord, deliver your victim.

ORESTE .

Lord, by the careful and rigorous board,
It is buy peace with the blood of an unhappy.

PYRRHUS .

Yes, but I want, Lord, insure more:
In eternal peace Hermione is the pledge;
I wife. It seemed a sweet show
Did not wait in these places a cookie as you:
You represent all Greeks and his father,
Since you see Menelaus revive his brother.
See her then. Go. Tell him tomorrow
I look for peace his heart in your hand.

ORESTE , apart .

Oh, Gods!