Classic Poem

SCENE IV.

Andromache, Hermione, Cleone, Cephisa.

ANDROMAQUE .

Or shun you, madam?
Is it not in your eyes a pretty sweet show
The weeping widow of Hector to your knees?
I have not come here by jealous tears
Envy you a heart that goes to your charms.
By a cruel hand, alas, I saw drill
The one where my eyes pretended to go!
My flame Hector was once on;
With him in the grave it is enclosed.
But I have a son. You know some day
Madam, for a son how far our love;
But you do not know, at least I hope,
Fatal disorder in which his interest throws us
When both goods pouvoient flatter us
This is the only one left us, and want us to remove it.
Alas, when, tired of a decade of misery,
The Trojans wrath menaced your mother,
I knew my Hector provide him the support!
You can Pyrrhus on what I could about him.
What one fears a child survives his loss?
Let me hide in a desert island;
On his mother's care can be sure,
With me and my son will learn to cry.

HERMIONE .

I understand your pain, but an austere duty,
When my father spoke, ordered me to shut up.
It was he who Pyrrhus to act wrath.
If we bend Pyrrhus, who can better than you?
Your eyes long enough ruled his soul.
(Do say: I will subscribe, ma'am.