SCENE IV.

HERMIONE, Cleone.

CLEONE .

VOU you lose, Madam, and you should consider

HERMIONE .

I lose or not, I think of revenge.
I do not even know encor whatever I have pupromettre,
Other than me if I have to put:
Pyrrhus is not guilty in his eyes as well as mine;
I and my tiendrois much safer than his blows.
What a pleasure to avenge my own injury,
Withdraw my arms stained with the blood of perjury,
And to make his sentence and my greatest pleasures,
Hide my rival to his dying eyes!
Ah, if so Orestes, punishing the crime,
Laissoit him regret dying my victim!
Will find: tell him to learn the ungrateful
The sacrifices that my hatred and not to the state.
Dear Cleone, course: my revenge is lost
If he ignores in dying that it was me who killed him.

CLEONE .

I will obey you. But what I see!
O gods, who would have thought, madam? It is the King!

HERMIONE .

Ah, going after Orestes and tell him, my Cleone,
He undertake anything without seeing Hermione!