Classic Poem

SCENE III.

Orestes, Hermione, Cleone.

ORESTE .

AH , Madam, is it true that once
Orestes seeking you obey your laws?
Did do you flattered me a false hope?
Do you want my presence effect?
I believe your eyes at the end disarmed
Want. . . . .

HERMIONE .

I wanna know, Lord, if you love me?

ORESTE .

If I love you! O Gods! My oath, my perjury,
My escape, my back, my respect, my calling,
My despair, my eyes from tears always drowned;
Which witnesses you believe, if you do croyes?

HERMIONE .

Avenge me, I believe everything.

ORESTE .

Well, now, Madam:
Let another blow throughout Greece in flames;
Preuons, pointing out my arms and your name,
You, Helen place and I, Agamemnon;
Trojan in this country wake miseries;
And we are talking about us and our fathers!
Let's go, I'm ready.

HERMIONE .

No, Lord, remain:
I do not want to be so far such affronts.
What, my enemies crowning insolence,
I would go elsewhere expect a slow revenge!
And I remettrois the fate of battles,
Which may in the end do not vengeroit me!
I want to start my whole Epirus crying.
But, if you avenge me, avenge me in an hour.
All you are to me retardemens refusal.
Run the temple. He must sacrifice. . . . . .

ORESTE .

Who?

HERMIONE .

Pyrrhus.

ORESTE .

Pyrrhus, Madame!

HERMIONE .

Hey what, your hatred staggering!
Ah, run, and fear that I do not remember you!
Not allege develop rights that I want to forget;
And this is not for you to justify it.

ORESTE .

Me, I excuserois! Ah, your kindness, madam,
Engraved too before his crimes in my soul!
Avenge us, I agree, but in other ways:
Let his enemies, not his murderers;
Let's ruin a fair conquest.
How to answer the Greeks I wear his head?
And I took upon myself the task of the whole state,
For me pay a murder?
Allow me, on behalf of the gods, that Greece is explained
And die charge of public hatred.
Remember that kingdom, and a forehead crowned ...

HERMIONE .

Do it not enough that I ordered?
Do it not enough that my glory offended
Request a victim addressed to me alone;
Hermione is the price of an oppressed tyrant;
I hate him, and finally, Lord, that I loved her?
I do not hide it: the ungrateful had managed to please me,
Is thus the would order my love or my father,
Anyone, but finally you set it.
Despite my wishes, Lord, shamefully disappointed
Despite the horror that just gives me his crime,
Long as he lives, afraid that I will not forgive him.
Doubt until his death from an uncertain wrath:
Unless it dies today, I can love tomorrow.

ORESTE .

Well, it must lose, and prevent his grace;
It should. . . . But yet what should I do?
How soon can I use your anger?
Which way up it can lead my shots?
Hardly am I still arrived in Epirus,
Want my hands by overthrowing an empire;
You want a king dies, and his punishment
You do not give a date, a time, a moment;
The sight of all his people I must oppresses.
Let me to the altar drive my victim
I am not defending more and I do not want that going
Acknowledge the place where I have to sacrifice:
That night I get you tonight I attack.

HERMIONE .

But however this day he married Andromache:
In the temple the throne is already high,
My shame is confirmed and completed crime.
Finally you waiting for? It offers its head:
Without guards, defense, he goes to this party;
Around the son of Hector he made every store;
He abandons the arm who will avenge me.
Do you still take care of to him his life?
Arm, with Greeks, all those who have followed me;
Lift your friends, all mine are yours!
He betrayed me, you are mistaken, and we all despise.
But what, their hatred is already equal to mine:
She savings regret the husband of a Trojan!
Talk: My enemy you can escape
Or rather do that let hit.
Drive or follow such a beautiful fury;
Back covered with the blood of the infidel;
Go to: in this state be sure my heart.

ORESTE .

But, madam, considering. . . . . .

HERMIONE .

Oh, this is too much, Lord!
As reasonings offend my anger.
I wanted to give you the means to please me,
Oreste make happy, but finally I see
He always wants to complain, and deserve nothing.
Depart: go elsewhere boast your constancy,
And let me here after my revenge.
My goodness loose my courage is confused;
And it is too one day wipe refusal.
I'm alone in the temple where their marriage is about,
Where you dare not go earn my conquest:
There, I know my enemy approaching me;
I pierce the heart that I could not touch;
And my bloody hands on myself tours
Immediately, despite himself, join our destinies;
And while he is ungrateful, it will be me sweeter.
Die with him, to live with you.

ORESTE .

No, I deprive you of this fatal pleasure,
Madam: he will not die as Orestes hand.
Enemies by me will you be sacrificed,
And you reconnoîtrez my care, if you want.

HERMIONE .

Go. Your fate let me driving,
And all your ships are ready for our flight.