SCENE II.
HERMIONE, Cleone.
HERMIONE .
AH , what have I done, Cleone, and you just tell me?
What does Pyrrhus?
CLEONE .
It is the height of his wishes:
Most proud of mortals, and more love.
I saw him to the temple, where his marriage is about,
Lead conquering his new conquest;
And an eye which shone his joy and hope,
Get drunk walking the pleasure of seeing.
Andromache, through a thousand cries of joy,
Door to the altars Remember Troy
Still unable to love and hate,
Without joy and without murmuring obey it seems.
HERMIONE .
And ungrateful, he pushed through the outrage?
But do you good, Cleone, observed his face?
He tastes quiet and perfect pleasures?
Has he turned aside his eyes to the palace?
Tell me, have you developed has presented his views?
The ungrateful has he blushed when he recognized you?
His trouble he avouoit his infidelity?
Does A sustained until the end his pride?
CLEONE .
Madam, he sees nothing: his salvation and glory
Seem to be with you out of his memory.
Without thinking that follows, enemies or topics
It only continues his amorous projects.
Around the Hector son he tucked his guard,
And believes that he is the only one that looks the danger.
Phoenix even respond, which led express
In a very distant from the temple and the palace.
Here in his transports the only care he has left.
HERMIONE .
The treacherous! He will die. But what you said Orestes?
CLEONE .
Oreste with Greeks into the temple came.
HERMIONE .
Well, to me revenge is not it prepared?
CLEONE .
I do not know.
HERMIONE .
You do not know! What, Oreste again
Orestes betrays me!
CLEONE .
Oreste love you;
But his remorse thousand fighting spirit
Now believes his love and now his virtue.
He respects in honor of Pyrrhus diadem;
It respects and Achilles Pyrrhus Pyrrhus himself;
He fears the Greeks, he feared the wrath universe;
But he feared, he said, himself above all.
He would wish to bring you his head winner:
The only name assassin terror and stops.
Finally he came in, not knowing in his heart,
If it was to go out guilty or spectator.
HERMIONE .
No, he will triumph without hindrance;
It will spoil disturb this show.
I know what remorse courage is reached:
The coward fears death, and this is what he fears.
What, though she might employ one prayer
My mother in her favor armed the whole of Greece;
His eyes to their quarrel, in ten years of fighting,
Saw twenty kings they perish not were acquainted;
And I do not pretend that the death of perjury,
And I charge a lover care of my injury;
He can conquer me at this price, safe;
I book myself, and I can not avenge me!
Will: it is mine alone to do me justice.
Cries of pain as the temple sounds.
Their hymen disturb the fatal event;
And they are united, if possible, for a moment.
I will not choose this point in extreme disorder:
Everything will Pyrrhus me, even Orestes himself.
I will die, but at least my death will avenge me:
I will not die alone, and someone follows me.
HERMIONE, Cleone.
HERMIONE .
AH , what have I done, Cleone, and you just tell me?
What does Pyrrhus?
CLEONE .
It is the height of his wishes:
Most proud of mortals, and more love.
I saw him to the temple, where his marriage is about,
Lead conquering his new conquest;
And an eye which shone his joy and hope,
Get drunk walking the pleasure of seeing.
Andromache, through a thousand cries of joy,
Door to the altars Remember Troy
Still unable to love and hate,
Without joy and without murmuring obey it seems.
HERMIONE .
And ungrateful, he pushed through the outrage?
But do you good, Cleone, observed his face?
He tastes quiet and perfect pleasures?
Has he turned aside his eyes to the palace?
Tell me, have you developed has presented his views?
The ungrateful has he blushed when he recognized you?
His trouble he avouoit his infidelity?
Does A sustained until the end his pride?
CLEONE .
Madam, he sees nothing: his salvation and glory
Seem to be with you out of his memory.
Without thinking that follows, enemies or topics
It only continues his amorous projects.
Around the Hector son he tucked his guard,
And believes that he is the only one that looks the danger.
Phoenix even respond, which led express
In a very distant from the temple and the palace.
Here in his transports the only care he has left.
HERMIONE .
The treacherous! He will die. But what you said Orestes?
CLEONE .
Oreste with Greeks into the temple came.
HERMIONE .
Well, to me revenge is not it prepared?
CLEONE .
I do not know.
HERMIONE .
You do not know! What, Oreste again
Orestes betrays me!
CLEONE .
Oreste love you;
But his remorse thousand fighting spirit
Now believes his love and now his virtue.
He respects in honor of Pyrrhus diadem;
It respects and Achilles Pyrrhus Pyrrhus himself;
He fears the Greeks, he feared the wrath universe;
But he feared, he said, himself above all.
He would wish to bring you his head winner:
The only name assassin terror and stops.
Finally he came in, not knowing in his heart,
If it was to go out guilty or spectator.
HERMIONE .
No, he will triumph without hindrance;
It will spoil disturb this show.
I know what remorse courage is reached:
The coward fears death, and this is what he fears.
What, though she might employ one prayer
My mother in her favor armed the whole of Greece;
His eyes to their quarrel, in ten years of fighting,
Saw twenty kings they perish not were acquainted;
And I do not pretend that the death of perjury,
And I charge a lover care of my injury;
He can conquer me at this price, safe;
I book myself, and I can not avenge me!
Will: it is mine alone to do me justice.
Cries of pain as the temple sounds.
Their hymen disturb the fatal event;
And they are united, if possible, for a moment.
I will not choose this point in extreme disorder:
Everything will Pyrrhus me, even Orestes himself.
I will die, but at least my death will avenge me:
I will not die alone, and someone follows me.
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