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Her. You are Orestes,

Orest. Then is Orestes blest! My griefs are The same unaltered, generous, faithful lover:

fled! The prince whom I esteem; whom I lament; Fled like a dream !-Methinks I tread in air ! And whom I fain would teach my heart to love! Pyrrhus, enamoured of his captive queen, Orest. Ay, there it is !—I have but your es Will thank me, if I take her rival hence ? teem,

He looks not on the princess with niy eyes ! While Pyrrhus has your heart !

Surprising happiness_Unlooked-for joy! Her. Believe me, prince,

Never let love despair !--the prize is mine! Were you as Pyrrhus, I should hate you! Be smooth, ye seas! and ye, propitious winds, Orest. No!

Breathe froin Epirus to the Spartan coasts ! I should be blest! I should be loved as he is !- I long to view the sails unfurled !--- But, see ! Yet all this while I die by your disdain, Pyrrhus approaches in a happy hour. While he neglects your charms, and courts another.

Enter Pyrrhus, and PHOENIX. Her. And who has told you, prince, that I'm Pyr. I was in pain to find you, prince. My

neglected ? Has Pyrrhus said-(Oh, I shall go distracted !) Ungoverned tenper would not let me weigh llas Pyrrhus told you so ? Or is it you, The importance of your embessy, and hcar Who think thus meanly of me?- Sir, perhaps, You argue for my good.- I was to blame. All do not judge like you!

I since have poised your reasons; and I thank Orest. Nadam, go on!

My good allies: their care deserves my thanks. Insult me still : I'm used to bear your scorn.

You have convinced me, that the weal of Greece, Her. Why am I told how Pyrrhus loves of My father's honour, and my own repose, hates?

Demand that Hector's race should be destroyed. -Go, prince, and arm the Greeks against the I shall deliver up Astyanax; rebel;

And you, yourself, shall bear the victim hence. Let them lay waste his country! raze his towns ; Orest. If you approve it, sir, and are content Destroy his feets; his palaces ;-himself! - To spill the blood of a detenceless child, Go, prince, and tell me then how much I love The offended Greeks, no doubt, will be appeased. him.

Pyr. Closer to strain the knot of our alliance, Orest. To hasten his destruction, come your: I have determined to espouse llerinione. self;

You come in time to grace our nuptial rites : And work your royal father to his ruin.

In you the kings of Greece will all be present; Her. Meanwhile he weds Andromache! And you have right to personate her father, Orest. Ah, princess !

As his ambassador, and brother's son. What is it 1 hear!

Go, prince, renew your visit; tell Hermione, Her. What infamy for Greece,

To-morrow I receive her from your hands. If he should wed a Phrygian, and a captive! Orest. [Aside.] Oh, change of fortune! Oh, Orest. Is this your hatred, madam?—'Tis in undone Orestes :

[Erit Orestes. vain

Pyr. Well, Phænix, am I still a slave to love? To hide your passion; every thing betrays it : What think'st thou now? Am I nyself again? Your looks, your speech, your anger : nay, your

Phæn. 'Tis as it should be : this discovers silence ;

Pyrrhus; Your love appears in all; your secret flame Shews all the hero. Now you are yourself! Breaks out the more, the more you would con- The son, the rival of the great Achilles ! ceal it.

Greece will applaud you; and the world confess, Her. Your jealousy perverts my meaning still, Pyrrhus has conquered Troy a second time. And wrests each circumstance to your disquiet ; Pyr. Nay, Phænix, now I but begin to My very hatc is construed into fondness.

triumph Orest. Immpute my tears, it groundless, to my I never was a conqueror 'till now. love.

Believe me, a whole host, a war of foes, Her. Then hear me, prince. Obedience to a May sooner be subdued, than love. Oh, Phenix, father

What ruin have I shunned! The Greeks enraged, First brought me hither; and the same obedience Hung o'er me, like a gathering storm, and soon Detains ine here, till Pyrrhus drive me hence, Had burst in thunder on my head; while I Or my offended father shall recall me.

Abandoned duty, empire, honour, all, Tell this proud king, that Menelaus scorns To please a thankless woman !-One kind look To match his daughter with a toe of Greece; Had quite undone me! Bid hiin resign Astyanax, or me.

Phæn. Oh, my royal master! If he persists to guard the hostile boy,

The gods, in favour to you, made her cruel. Hermione erubarks with you for Sparta.

Pyr. Thou sawest with how much scorn she [Exit Her, und Cleone. treated me!


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When I permitted her to sec her son,

I'll give my anger its free course against her. I hoped it might have worked her to my wishes. Thou shalt see, Phænix, how I'll break her pride! I went to see the mournful interview,

Phæn. Oh, go not, sir !- There's ruin in her And found her bathed in tears, and lost in passion.

You do not know your strength : you'll fall beWild with distress, a thousand times she called

fore her, On Hector's name: and when I spoke in comfort, Adore her beauty, and revive her scorn. And promised my protection to her son,

Pyr. That were, indeed, a most unmanly weakShe kissed the boy; and called again on Hector: ness; Then, strained him in her arms; and cried, • 'Tis Thou dost not know me, Phænis. he!

Phan. Ah, my prince! 'Tis he himself! his eyes, his every feature ! You are still struggling in the toils of love! His very frown, and his stern look already! Pyr. Canst thou then think I love this woman 'Tis he: 'Tis my loved lord whom I embrace !

still? Does she then think, that I preserve the boy, One who repays my passion with disdain ! To soothe, and keep alive her flame for Hector? A stranger, captive, friendless, and forlorn; Phæn. No doubt, she does; and thinks you fa- She and her darling son within my power; voured in it;

His life a forfeit to the Greeks: Yet I But let her go, for an ungrateful woman! Preserve her son; would take her to my throne; Pyr. I know the thoughts of her proud stub- Would fight her battles, and arenge her wrongs; born heart :

And all this while she treats me as her foc! Vain of her charms, and insolent in beauty, Phan. You have it in your power to be reShe mocks my rage; and, when it threatens loudest, venged. Expects 'twill soon be humbled into love.

Pyr. Yes :-and I'll shew my power! I'll give But we shall change our parts; and she shall her cause find

To hate me! her Astyanax shall die ! I can be deaf, like her; and steel my heart. What tears will then be shed! How will she then, She's Hector's widow; I Achilles son;

In bitterness of heart, reproach my name !
Pyrrhus is born to hate Andromache.

Then, to complete her woes, will I espouse
Phæn. My royal master, talk of her no more; Hermione :—'Twill stab her to the heart !
I do not like this anger. Your Hermione

Phæn. Alas, you threaten like a lover still! Should now engross your thoughts. 'Tis time to Pyr. Phænix, excuse this struggle of my soul: see her;

'Tis the last effort of expiring love. 'Tis time you should prepare the nuptial rites, Phæn. Then hasten, sir, to see the Spartan And not rely upon a rival's care;

princess; It may be dangerous.

And turn the bent of your desires on her. Pyr. But tell me, Phænix,

Pyr. Oh! 'tis a heavy task to conquer love, Dost thou not think, the proud Andromache And wean the soul from her accustomed fondWill be enraged, when I shall wed the princess ? Phæn. Why does Andromache suill haunt your But, come !-A long farewell to Hector's widow. thoughts?

'Tis with a secret pleasure I look back, What is't to you, be she enraged or pleased ? . And see the many dangers I have passed. Let her name perish: think of her no more! The merchant thus, in dreadful tempests tost, Pyr. No, Phænix !-I have been too gentle Thrown by the waves on some unlooked-for coast, with her,

Oft turns, and sees, with a delighted ere, I've checked my wrath, and stiffled my resent- Midst rocks and shelves the broken billows Av;

And, while the outrageous winds the deep deform, She knows not yet to what degree I hate her. Smiles on the tumult, and enjoys the storm. Let us return :- I'll brave her to her face :






Life is not worth my care. My soul grows des

perate. Enter Pylades and ORESTES,

I'll bear her off, or perish in the attempt. Pyl. For Heaven's sake, sir, compose your I'll force her from his arms :-By Heaven I will! ruffled mind,

Pyl. Well, 'tis agreed, my friend :-We'll force And moderate your rage!

her hence, Orest. No, Pylades !

But still consider, we are in Epirus. This is no time for counsel.

-I am deaf. The court, the guards, Hermione herself, Talk not of reason ! I have been too patient. The very air we breathe, belongs to Pyrrhus.

Crood gods ! what tempted you to seek her here! | (As Pyrrhus has consented) into Grecce.

Orest. Lost to myself, I knew not what I did. Go, PyladesMy purposes were wild. Perhaps I came


Pyi. Lead on, my friend, lead on! To menace Pyrrhus, and upbraid the woman. Let us bear off Herinione! No toil,

Pyl. This violence of temper may prove fatal. No danger can deter a friend :-Lead on! Orest. It must be more than man to bear these Draw up the Greeks; summon your numerous sh cks,

train : These outrayes of fate, with temper!

The ships are ready, and the wind sits fair: He tells me, that he weds Herinione;

There eastward lies the sea; the rolling waves And will tv-morrow take her from my hand !- Break on those palace-stairs. I know each pass, My hand shall sooner tear the tyrant's heart.. Each avenue and outlet of the court. Pyl. Your passion blinds you, sir ; he's not to This very night we'll carry her on board. blame.

Orest. Thou art too good! I trespass on thy Could you but look into the soul of Pyrrhus,

friendship, Perhaps you'd find it tortured, like your own. But, Oh! excuse a wretch, whom no man pities,

Orest. No, Pylades ! 'Tis all design--His pride, Except thyself: one just about to lose To triumph over me, has changed his love. The treasure of his soul: whom all mankind The fair Herinione, before I came,

Conspire to hate, and one who hates himself. In all her bloom of beauty, was neglected. When will my friendship be of use to thee? Ah, cruel gods! I thought her all my own! Pyl. The question is unkind. But now reShe was consenting to return to Sparta :

member Her heart, divided betwixt rage and love, To keep your counsel3 close, and hide your Was on the wing to take its leave of Pyrrhus.

She heard my sighs; she pitied my complaints ; Let not Hermione suspect—no more
She praised my constancy ;--The least indiffer- I see her coming, sir-

Orest. Away, my friend;
From this proud king, had made Orestes happy. I ain advised; my all depends upon it.
Pyl. So your fond heart believes.

[Exit Pylades. Orest. Did I not see

Her hate, her rage, her indignation rise
Against the ungrateful man?

Orest. Madam, your orders are obeyed ; I Pyl. Believe me, prince,

have seen 'Twas then she loved him most. Had Pyrrhus Pyrrhus, my rival ; and have gained him for you. left her,

The king resolves to wed you. She would have formed some new pretext to stay.

Her. So I am told : Take my advice :—Think not to force her hence; And farther, I am informed that you, Orestes, But fly yourself from her destructive charms. Are to dispose me for the intended marriage. Her soul is linked to Pyrrhus : Were she yours, Orest. And are you, madam, willing to comShe would reproach you still, and still regret

ply? Her disappointed nuptials.

Her. Could I imagine Pyrrhus loved me still? Orest. Talk no more!

After so long delays, who would have thought I cannot bear the thought! She must be mine! His bidden flames would shew themselves at last, Did Pyrrhus carry thunder in his hand,

And kindle in, bis breast, when mine expired? I'd stand the bolt, and challenge all his fury, I can suppose,


he fears the Greeks; Ere I resigned Herinione.- -By force

That it is interest, and not love, directs him; I'll snatch her hence, and bear her to my ships; And that my eyes had greater power o'er you. Have we forgot her mother Helen's rape? Orest. No, princess, no! It is too plain he

Pyl. Will then Orestes turn a ravisher, And blot his embassy?

Your eyes do what they will, and cannot fail Orest. Oh, Pylades!

To gain a conquest, where you wish they should. My griet' weighis heavy on me :—'Twill distract Her. What can I do? alas ! my faith is pro

mised. O leave me to myself !-Let not thy friendship Can I refuse what is not mine to give ? Involve thee in my woes.

Too long already, A princess is not at her choice to love; Too long hast thou been punished for my

crimes. All we have left us is a blind obedience : It is enough, my friend !-- It is enough! And yet, you see, how far I had complied, Let not thy generous love betray thee farther : And made my duty yield to your intreaties. The gods have set me as their mark, to empty Orest. Ah, cruel maid! you knew--but I have Their quivers on me.--Leave me to myself.

done. Mine be the danger; mine the enterprize. All have a right to please themselves in love : All I request of thee is, to return,

I blame not you. 'Tis true, I hoped—but you And, in my place, convey Astyanax

Are inistress of your heart, and I'm content. Vol. I.

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Tis fortune is my enemy, not you.

To keep him far from perils of ambition : But, madain, I shall spare you farther pain All he can learn of me, will be to weep. On this uneasy theme, and take my leave.

Her. Madam, 'tis easy to conceive your grief:

[E.rit Orestes. But it would ill become ine to solicit Her. Cleone, couldst thou think he'd be so In contradiction to my father's will: calm ?

'Tis he who urges to destroy your son. Cleo. Madam, his silent grief sits heavy on Madam, if Pyrrhus must be wrought to pity, him.

No woman does it better than yourself; He's to be pitied. His too eager love

If you gain hiin, I shall comply of course. Has made him busy to his own destruction.

[Ereunt Her. and Cleone. His threats have wrought this change of mind in Andr. Didst thou not mind with what disdain Pyrrhus.

she spoke?
Her. Dost thou think Pyrrhus capable of fear! Youth and prosperity have made her vain;
Whom should the intrepid Pyrrhus fear? the She has not seen the fickle turns of life.

Ceph. Madam, were I as you, I'd take her Did he not lead their harrassed troops to con

counsel. quest,

I'd speak my own distress : one look from you When they despaired, when they retired from Willvanquish Pyrrhus, and confound the Greeks Troy,

See, where he comes-Lay hold on this occasion. And sought for shelter in their burning fleets ?

Did he not then supply his father's place?
No, my Cleone, he is above constraint;

Pyr. Where is the princess ?-Did you not in-
He acts unforced ; and where he weds he loves.
Cleo. Oh, that Orestes had remained in Greece! Hermione was here?

[To Phænir. I fear to-morrow will prove fatal to him.

Phæn. I thought so, sir. Her. Wilt thou discourse of nothing but Ores- Andr. Thou seest what mighty power my eyes tes?

have on him?

[To Cephisa. Pyrrhus is mine again !--- Is mine for ever!

Pyr. What says she, Phenix ? Oh, my Cleone! I am wild with joy!

Andr. I have no hope left! Pyrrhús, the bold ! the brave! the godlike Pyr- Phæn. Let us be gone :-Hermione expects rhus !

you. Oh, I could tell thee numberless exploits, Ceph. For Heaven's sake, madam, break this And tire thee with his battles—Oh, Cleone

suilen silence. Cleo. Madam, conceal your joy– I see Andro- Andr. My child's already promised mache :

Ceph. But not given. She weeps, and comes to speak her sorrows to Andr. No, no! my tears are vain ! his doom you.

is fixed! Her. I would indulge the gladness of my

heart! Pyr. See, if she deigns to cast one look upon Let us retire : her grief is out of season.

us !

Proud woman !

Andr. I provoke him by my presence.
Andr. Ah, madam, whither, whither do you fly? Let us retire.
Where can your eyes behold a sight more plea- Pyr. Come, let us satisfy

The Greeks; and give them up this Phrygian boy.
Than Hector's widow suppliant and in tears ? Andr. Ah, sir! recall those words—What have
I come not an alarrned, a jealous foe,
To envy you the heart your charms have won : If you give up my son, oh, give up me!
The only man I sought to please, is gone; You, who so many times have sworn me friend-
Killed in my sight, by an inhuman hand.

ship: Hector first taught me love; which my fond heart Oh, Heavens !- will you not look with pity on Shall ever cherish, 'till we meet in death. But, oh, I have a son ! — And you, one day, Is there no hope? Is there no room for pardon? Will be no stranger to a mother's fondness : Pyr. Phonix will answer you: my word is past. But Heaven forbid that you should ever know Andr. You, who would brave so many dangers A mother's sorrow for an only son.

for me! Her joy, her bliss, her last surviving comfort ! Pyr. I was your lover then : I now am free. When

every hour she trembles for his life! To favour you I might have spared his life : Your power o'er Pyrrhus may relieve my fears. But you would ne'er vouchsafe to ask it of me. Alas, what danger is there in a child,

Now, 'tis too late. Saved froin the wreck of a whole ruined empire? Andr. Ah, sir, you understood Let me go hide him io some desert isle: My tears, my wishes, which I durst not utters You may rely upon my tender care

Afraid of a repulse. Oh, sir, excuse

you said !




Only a poor

my son.


The pride of royal blood, that checks my soul. You would o'er-rule the malice of your fortune. You know, alas! I was not born to kneel,

Andr. Alas! Cepbisa, shat have I obtained ! To sue for pity, and to own a master.


respite for Pyr. No! in your heart you curse me! you Ceph. You have enough approved your faith disdain

to Hector; My generous flame, and scorn to be obliged ! To be reluctant still would be a crime. This very son, this darling of your soul,

He would himself persuade you to comply. Would be less dear, did I preserve him for you. Andr. How-wouldst thou give me Pyrrhus Your anger, your aversion fall on me!

for a husband ? You hate me more than the whole league of Ceph. Think you, 'twill please the ghost of your Greece:

dead husband, But I shall leave you to your great resentments.


should sacrifice his son? Consider, Let us go, Phænix, and appease the Greeks. Pyrrhus once more invites you to a throne; Andr. Then, let me die! and let me go to Turns all his power against the foes of Troy; He tor!

Remembers not Achilles was his father; Ceph. But, madam

Retracts his conquests, and forgets his hatred. Andr. What can I do more? The tyrant Andr. But how can I forget it! How can I Sees my distraction, and insults my tears. Forget my Hector, treated with dishonour;

[To Ceph. Deprived of funeral rites; and vilely dragged, -Behold how low you have reduced a queen! A bloody corse, about the walls of Troy? These eves have seen my country laid in ashes; Can I forget the good old king his father, My kindred fall in war; my father slain; Slain in my presence; at the altar slain ! My husband dragged in his own blood; my son Which vainly, for protection, he embraced? Condemned to bondage, and myself a slave; Hast thou forgot that dreadful night, Cephisa, Yet, in the midst of these unheard-of woes, When a whole people fell? Methinks I see Twas some relief to find myself your captive; Pyrrhus, enraged, and breathing vengeance, enter And that my son, derived from ancient kings, Amidst the glare of burning palaces: Since he must serve, had Pyrrhus for his master. I see him hew his passage through my brothers; When Priam kneeled, the great Achilles wept : And, bathed in blood, lay all my kindred waste. I hoped I should not find his son less noble. Think, in this scene of horror, what I suffered ! I thought the brave were still the most compas- This is the courtship I received from Pyrrhus; sionate.

And this the husband thou wouldst give me! No, Oh, do not, sir, divide me from


child! We both will perish first! I'll ne'er consent. If he must die

Ceph. Since you resolve Astyanax shall die, Pyr. Phænix, withdraw a while. [Erit Phænir. Haste to the temple, bid your son farewell. Rise, madam-Yet you may preserve your son. Why do you tremble, madam? I find whenever I provoke your tears,

Åndr. O Cephisa ! I furnish you with arms against myself.

Thou hast awakened all the mother in me. I thought my hatred fixed before I saw you. How can I bid farewell to the dear child, Oh, turn your eyes upon me, while I speak, The pledge, the image of my much-loved lord ! And see, if you discover in my looks

Alas, I call to mind the fatal day, An angry judge, or an obdurate foe!

When his too-forward courage led him forth Why will you force me to desert your cause? To seek Achilles. In your son's name I beg we may be friends; Ceph. Oh, the unhappy hour! Let me intreat you to secure his life!

'Twas then Troy fell, and all her gods forsook Must I turn suppliant for him? Think, oh think, her. 'Tis the last time, you both may yet be happy! Andr. That morn, Cephisa, that ill-fated morn, I know the ties I break; the foes I arm : My husband bid thee bring Astyanax ; I wrong Hermione ; I send her hence;

He took him in his arms; and, as I wept, And with her diadem I bind your brows. My wife, my dear Andromache, said he, Consider well; for 'tis of moment to you ! (I leaving with stifled sighs to see me weep). Chuse to be wretched, madam, or a queen. What fortune may attend my arms, the gods My soul, consumed with a whole year's despair, Alone can tell. To thee I give the boy; Can bear no longer these perplexing doubts; Preserve him as the token of our loves; I know, if I'm deprived of you, I die :

If I should fall, let him not miss his sire But oh, I die, if I wait longer for you!

While thou survivest; but, by thy tender care, I leave you to your thoughts. When I return, Let the son sce that thou didst love his father. We'll to the temple; there you'll find your son;

Ceph. And will you throw away a life so preAnd there be crowned, or give him up for ever.

cious ?

[Erit Pyrrhus. At once extirpate all the Trojan line? Ceph. I told you, madam, that in spite of Andr. Inhuman king! What has he done to Greece,


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