Classic Poem

SCENE II.

HERMIONE, Orestes, Cleone.

ORESTE .

H E Well, my care you ontrendu your conquest!
I saw Pyrrhus, Madam, and your hymens'apprête.

HERMIONE .

They say, and, again, we just make sure
Whether you are looking for me to help me prepare.

ORESTE .

And your soul to her vows shall not be rebellious?

HERMIONE .

Who would have thought that Pyrrhus was not unfaithful;
That his love would wait so late to burst;
He would return to me when I was going to leave?
I want to believe with you that fears Greece;
Follows his interest rather than tenderness;
My eyes on your soul were more absolute.

ORESTE .

No, ma'am, he loves you, and I no longer doubt.
Your eyes they are past all they want to do;
And you would not probably displease him?

HERMIONE .

But what can I do, Lord? They promised my faith:
I ravish him although he did not take me?
Love does not rule the fate of a princess:
Glory to obey all that is left us.
However I Partois, and you could see
How I relâchois you my duty.

ORESTE .

Oh, you know well, cruel ... but, madam,
Everyone can have his choice of his soul.
Yours was to you. I hoped, but finally
You could give me without a theft.
I also accuse you much less than fortune.
And why are you tired of unwelcome complaint?
This is your duty, I confess, and mine
Is to save you a sad interview.