comes not

I brought on them, fall short of what I suffer. Groand in captivity, and out-liv'd Hector.
We both have suffer'd in our turns; and now Yes, my Astyanax, we'll go together!
Our common foes sball teach us to unite. Together to the realms of night we'll go!
Andro. Where does the captive not behold There to thy ravish'd eyes thy sire I'll show,
a foe?

And point him out among the shades below.
Pyr. Forget the term of hatred, and behold

[Exeunt A friend in Pyrrhus. Give me but to hope,

ACT II.
I'll free your son, I'll be a father to him:
Myself will teach him to avenge the Trojans.

SCENE 1.
ril go in person to chastise the Greeks,

Enter lleRMIOne and CLEONE.
Both for your wrongs and mine. Inspir'd by you, Her. Well, I'll be ruld, Cleone; I will see him
What would I noi achieve? Again shall Troy I have told Pylades that he may bring bim;
Rise from its ashes: this right arm shall fix But trust me, were I left to my own thoughts
Her seat of empire, and your son shall reign. I should forbid him yet.
Andro. Such dreams of greatness suit not Cle. And why forbid him?
my condition :

Is he not, madamn, still the same Orestes?
His hopes of empire perish'd with his father. Orestes, whose return you oft have wish'd?
No; thou imperial city, ancient Troy, The man whose sufferings you so late lamented
Thou pride of Asia, founded by the gods! And often prais'd his constancy and love?
Never, oh never, must we hope to see Her. Thai love, that constancy, so ill requited
Those bulwarks rise, which liector could not Upbraids me to myself. I blush to think
guard!

How I have us'd 'him, and would shun hi Sir, all I wish for is some quiet exile,

presence.
Where far from Grecce remov'd, and far from What will be my confusion when he sees me
you,

Neglected and forsaken, like himself?
I may conceal my son, and mourn my husband. Will he not say, is this the scornful maid,
Your love creates me envy. Oh, relurn! T'he proud Herinione, that tyranniz'd
Return to your betrolhid Hermione. In Sparta's court, and triumph'd in her charms
Pyr. Why do you mock me thus? you Her insolence at last is well repaid.
know, I cannot.

I cannot bear the thought.
You know my heart is yours; my soul hangs Cle. You wrong yourself
on you;

With unbecoming fears. He knows to well You take up every wish: my waking thoughts, Your beauty and your worth. Your love And nightly dreams, are all employ'd on you. 'Tis true, Hermione was sent to share , To offer insults, but to repeat his vows, My throne and bed; and would with transport And breathe bis ardent passion at your feet. hear

But, madam, what's your royal father's will? The rows which you neglect.

What orders do your lelters bring from Sparta Andro. She has no Troy,

Her. His orders are, if Pyrrhus still delay No Hector to lament: she has not lost The nuptials, and refuse to sacrifice A husband by your conquests. Such a husband! This Trojan boy, I should with speed embar (Tormenting thought!) whose death alone has And with their embassy return to Greece. made

Cle. What would you more? Orestes com Your sire immortal. Pyrrhus and Achilles

in iime Are both grown great by my calamities. To save your honour. Pyrrhus cools apac

Pyr. Madam, 'tis well! 'lis very well! I find Prevent his falsehood, and forsake him first
Your will must be obey'd; imperious captire, I know you hate bim; you liave told me s
Il shall. Henceforth I blot

you
from
my

Her. Hate him! My injur'd bonour bi
You teach me to forget your charms; to bate you:

me bate bim.
For know, inhuman beauty, I have lov'd The ungrateful man, to whom I fondly gat
Too well to treat you with indifference. My virgin beart! the man I lov'd so dearly
Think well upon it; my disorder'd soul The man I doated on. O, my Cleone!
Wavers between th'extremes of love and rage. How is il possible I should not hate him?
I have been too tame; I wil awake to vengeance! Cle. Then give him over, madam. Q
The son shall answer for the mother's scorn.
The Greeks demand bim ; nor will I endanger And with Orestes-
My realms, to pleasure an ungrateful woman. Her. No! I must have time
Andro. Then he mus. die! alas, my son To work up all my rage; to meditate
must die!

A parting full of horror! My revenge
He has no friend, no succour lest, beside Will be but too much quicken'd by the trail
His mother's tears, and his own innocence. Cle. Do you then wail new insults,
Pyr. Go, madam, visit this unhappy son.

asfronts ?
The sight of him may bend your stubborn heart, To draw you from your father! Then to learey
And turn to sostness you: unjust disdain. In his own court to leave you, for a capti
I shall once more expect your answer. Go; If Pyrrhus can provoke you, he has done
And think, while you embrace the captive boy,

Her. Why dost thou beigbten my distre
Think, that bis lise depends on your resolves.

I fear [E.reunt Pyrrhus and Allendants. To search out my own thoughts, and so Andro. I'll go, and in the anguish of my heart, Weep o'er my child; if he must die, my life Be blind to what thou seest: beliere me cu Is wrapt in his; I shall not long survive. Flatter my weakness; tell me I have conque 'Tis for bis sake that I have suffer'd life, Think that my injur'd soul is set against him

mind;

his court,

my heart,

to one

And do thy best to make me think so too. Ores. My embassy
Cle

. Why would you loiter here then? Is at an end; for Pyrrhus has refus'd Her. Let us fly!

To give up Hector's son. Some hidden power Let us be gone! I leave him to his captive! Protects the boy. Let bim go kneel, and supplicate his slave. Her. Faithless, ungrateful man! [ Aside. Let us be gone! But wbat if he repent? Ores. I now prepare for Greece; but ere I go, What, if the perjur'd prince again submit, Would hear my final doom pronounc'd by you. And sue for pardon? What, il' he renew What do I say? I do already hear it! His former rows? But, oh, the faithless man! My doom is fix'd: I read it in your eyes. He slights me; drives me to extremities. However, Her. Will you then still despair? be still I'll stay, Cleone, to perplex their loves:

suspicious ? I'll stay, till, by an open breach of contract, What have I done? wherein have I been cruel ? I make bim hateful to the Greeks. Already 'Tis true, you find me in the court of Pyrrhus; Their vengeance have I drawn upon the son; But 'twas my royal father sent me hither. The second embassy shall claim ihe mother; And who can tell but I have shar'd your griefs ? I will redouble all my griefs upon her. llave I ne'er wept in secret? never wish'd Cle. Ah, madam! wbither does your rage To see Orestes ? transport you?

Ores. Wish'd to see Orestes ! Andromache, alas! is innocent.

O joy! O ecstasy! My soul's entranc'd ! A woman plung'd in sorrow, dead to love; O charming princess! O transcendant nuaid ! And when she thinks on Pyrrhus, 'tis with My utmost wish! - Thus, thus let me express horror.

My boundless thanks!-I never was unhappy. Her. Would I had done so too! he had Am I Orestes ? not then

Her. You are Orestes: Betray'd my easy faith. But I, alas! The same, unalter'd, generous, faithful lover; Discorer'd all the fondness of my soul; The prince whom I esteem, whom I lament, I made no secret of my passion to him, And whom I fain would teach my heart to love. Nor thought it dangerous to be sincere. Ores. Ay, there it is!-1 have but your esteem, My eyes, my tongue, my actions spoke my heart. While Pyrrhus has your heart. Cie. Well might you speak without reserve, Her. Believe me, prince,

Were you as Pyrrhus, I should hate you. Engag'd to you by solemn oaths and treaties. Ores. No.

Her. His ardour, too, was an excuse to mine: I should be blest, I should be lovd as he is! With other eyes be saw me then. Cleone, Yet all this while I die by your disdain, Tbou may'st remember, every thing conspir'd While he neglects your charms, and courts To favour him: my father's wrongs avengid;

another. The Greeks triumphant; fleets of Trojan spoils ; Her. And who has told you, prince, that Mis migbły sire's, his own immortal fame,

I'm neglecied? His eager love; all, all conspir'd against me. Has Pyrrhus said-(Oh, I shall go distracted!) But I have done; l'il think no more of Pyrrhus: Ras Pyrrhus told you so? or is it you Orestes wants not merit, and be loves me. Who ihink thus meanly of me?-Sir, perhaps, Ny gratitude, my honour, both plead for him; All do not judge like you. And if I've power o'er my own heart, 'tis his. Ores. Madam, go on; Cie. Madam, he comes

Insult me still; I'm us'd to bear your sconi.. Her. Alas! I did not think

Her. Why am I told bow Pyrrhus loves He was so dear! I wish I might not see him.

or hates?

Go, prince, and arm the Greeks against the rebel; Enler ORESTES.

Let ihem lay waste his country, rase his towns, How am I to interpret, sir, this visit? Destroy his fleets, his palaces-himself! Is it a compliment of form, or love? Go, prince, and tell me then how much I love him. Ores. Madam, you

know

my

weakness. Ores. To hasten bis destruction, come Tis my fate

yourself; To lose unpily'd; to desire to see you; And work your royal father to his ruin. And still to swear each time shall be the last. Her. Mean while he weds Andromache. My passion breaks through my repeated oaths, Ores. Ah, princess! And every time I visit you I'm perjur’d. What is't I hear? Even now 1 lind my wounds all bleed afresh ; Her. What infamy for Greece, I blush to own it, but I know no cure. If he should wed a Phrygian, and a captive! I call the gods to witness, I have tried Ores. Is this your hatred, madam?- 'Tisin vain Whatever man could do (but tried in vain), To hide your passion; every thing betrays it: To wear you from my mind. Through storiny Your looks, your speech, your anger, nay,

seas, Aad savage climes, in a whole year of absence, Your love appears in all; your secret flame I courted dangers, and I long'd for death. Breaks out the more, the more you would Her. Why will you, prince, indulge this

conceal it. mourosul tale?

Her. Yourjealousy perverts my meaning still, It ill becomes the ambassador of Greece And wrests each circumstance to your disquiet: To talk of dying and of love. Remember My very hate is construed into fondness. The kings you represent: shall their revenge Ores. Impute my fears, if groundless, to my Be disappointed by your ill-tim'd passion?

love. Discharge your embassy. "Tis not Orestes Her. Then hear me, prince. Obedience to The Greek's desire should die.

your silence;

First brought me hither; and the same obedience I went to see the mournful interview,
Detains me here, till Pyrrhus drive me hence, And found her bath'd in tears and lost in passion.
Or my offended father shall recall me. Wild with distress, a thousand times she call'd
Tell this proud king that Menelaus scorns On llector's name: and when I spoke in comfort,
To match his daughter with a foe of Greece: And promis'd my protection to her son,
Bid him resign Astyanax or me,

She kiss'd the boy, and call'd again on Hector. If he persists to guard the hostile boy, Does she then think that I preserve the bor, Hermione embarks with you for Sparta. To sooth and keep alive her flame for Hector? [E.reunt Hermione and Cleone. Phoe. No doubi she does; and thinks

you

faOres. Thenis Orestes blest! my griefs are fled!

vour'd in it; Fleď like a dream! — Methinks I tread in air! But let her go, for an ungrateful woman! Pyrrhus, enamour'd of bis captive queen, Pyr. I know the thoughts of her proud Will thank me, if I take her rival hence.

stubborn heart: He looks not on the princess with my eyes. Vain of her charms, and insolent in beauty, Surprising happiness!' unlook’d-for joy! She mocks my rage; and when it threatens Never let love despair. The prize is mine!

loudest, Be smooth, ye seas, and ye propitious winds, Expects ''will soon be humbled into love. Breatbe from Epirus to the Spartan coasts! Bui we shall change our parts, and she shall find ( long to view the sails unfurl'd!- But see! I can be deaf like her, and steel my heart. Pyrrhus approaches in a happy hour. She's Hector's widow; I, Achilles' son!

Pyrrhus is born to bale Andromache. Enter PYRRHUS and PHOENIX. Phoe. My royal master, talk of her no more; Pyr. I was in pain to find you, prince. I do not like this anger. Your Hermione My warm,

Should now engross your thoughts. 'Tis time Ungovern'd temper would not let me weigh

to see her; The importance of your embassy, and hear 'Tis time

you

should prepare the nuptial rites, You argue for my good. I was to blame. And not rely upon a rival's care : I since have pois'd your reasons: and I thank It may be dangerous. My good allies: their care deserves my thanks. Pyr. But tell me, Phoenix, You have convinc'd me, that the weal of Greece, Dost thou not think the proud Andromache My father's honour, and my own repose, Will be enrag'd, when I shall wed the princess? Demand that Hector's race should be destroy'd. Phoe. Why does Andromache still haunt I shall deliver up Astyanax,

your thoughts? And you yourself shall bear the victim hence. What is't to you, be she enrag'd or pleas'd ! Ores. If

you approve it, sir, and are content Let her name perish—think of her no more. To spill the blood of a defenceless child, Pyr. No, Phoenix, I have been too gentle The offended Greeks, no doubt, will be appeas'd.

with her; Pyr. Closer to strain the knot of our alliance, I have check'd my wrath, and stifled my reI have determin’d to espouse Hermione.

sentment: You come in time to grace our nuptial rites: She knows not yet to what degree I hate her. In you the kings of Greece will all be present, Let us return. "I'll brave her to her face: And

you have right to personate her father, I'll give my anger its free course against her. As his ambassador and brother's son.

Thou shalt see, Phoenix, how I'll break her pride. Go, prince, renew your visit; tell Hermione, Phoe. Oh, go not, sir! There's ruin in ber To-morrow I receive her from your hands.

eyes! Ores. Oh, change of fortune! Oh, undone You do not know your strength. You'll fl| Orestes! [Aside, and exit.

before her, Pyr. Well, Phoenix!am I still a slave to love? Adore her beauty, and revive her scorn. Wliat think'st thou now? Am I myself again? Pyr. That were indeed a most unmanly Phoe. 'Tis as it should be; this discovers

weakness ! Pyrrhus;

Thou dost not know me, Phoenix. Shows all the hero: now you are yourself- Phoc. Ah, my prince! The sou, the rival of the great Achilles ! You are still struggling in the toils of love. Greece will applaud you, and the world confess Pyr. Canst thou then think I love this Pyrrhus has conquer'd Troy a second time!

woman still? Pyr. Nay, Phoenix, now I bui begin to One who repays my passion with disdain

! triumph;

A stranger, captive, friendless and forlorn; I never was a conqueror till now.

She and her darling son within my power ; Believe mc, a whole host, a war of foes, Her life a forfeit to the Greeks: yet I May sooner be subdu'd than love. Oh, Phoenix ! Preserve her son, would take her to my throne What ruin bave I shunn'd? The Greeks, enrag'd, Would fight her battles, and avenge her wrongs Hung o'er me like a gathering storm, and soon And all this while she treats me as ber foe! Had burst in thunder on my head; while I

Phoe. You have it in your power to be Abandon'd duty, empire, honour, all,

reveng'd. To please a tbankless woman! - One kind look Pyr. Yes, and I'll show my power! I'll gire Had quite undone me!

her cause Phoe. O, my royal master!

To hate me! her Astyanax shall die. The gods, in favour to you, made her cruel. What tears will then be shed! How will she then Pyr. Thou saw'st with how much scorn she In bitterness of heart reproach my name! treated me!

Then, to complete her woes, will' I espouse When I permitted her to see her son, Hermione-'t will stab her to the heart! I hop'd it inight have work'd her to my wishes; Phoe. Alas, you threaten like a lover still!

1

But now,

Pyr. Phoenix, excuse this struggle of my soul; Pyl. Will then Orestes turn a ravisher, Tis the last effort of espiring love.

And blot his embassy ? Phoe. Then hasten, sir, to see the Spartan Ores. 0, Pylades! princess,

My grief weighis heavy on me- 'twill distract me! And turn the beni of your desires on her. The gods have set me as their mark, to empty

Pyr. Oh! 'tis a beavy task to conquer love, Their quivers on me. Leave me to myself.
And wean the soul from her accustom'd fondness. Mine be the danger, mine the enterprize.
But come-a long farewell to Hector's widow. All I request of thee, is to return,
Tis with a secret pleasure I look back, And in my place convey Astyanax
And see the many dangers I have pass'd. (As Pyrrhus has consented) into Greece.
The merchant thus, in dreadful tempests tost, Go, Pylades
Thrown by tbe wares on some unlook’d-for coast, Pyl. Lead on, my friend, lead on!
Off turns, and sees, with a delighted eye, Let us bear off Hermione ! No toil,
Midst rocks and shelves the broken billows fly! No danger can deter a friend. Lead on!
And, while the outrageous winds the deep deform, Draw up the Greeks, summon your num'rous
Smiles on the tumult, and enjoys the storm.

train;
[Exeunt. The ships are ready, and the wind sits fair:
ACT III.

There eastward lies the sea; the rolling waves SCENE I.

Break on those palace-stairs. I know each pass,

Each avenue and outlet of the court.
Enter PYLADES and ORESTES.

This very night we'll carry her on board. Pyl. For heaven's sake, sir, compose your

Ores. Thou art too good! I trespass on thy ruffled mind,

friendship: And moderate your rage!

But, oh! excuse a wretch, whom no man pities, Ores. No, Pylades,

Except thyself: one, just about to lose This is no time for counsel. I am deaf. The treasure of his soul: whom all mankind Talk not of reason. I have been too patient. Conspire to hate, and one who hates himself. Life is not worth my care. My soul grows When will my friendship be of use to thee ? desperate.

Pyl. The question is unkind. I'll bear ber off, or perish in th' attempt.

remember, Il force her from his arms-by heaven, I will! To keep your counsels close, aud hide your Pyl Well, 'tis agreed, my friend - we'll

thoughts; force her hence :

Let not Hermione suspect. No more-
But still consider we are in Epirus.

I see her coming, sir.
The court, the guards, Hermione herself, Ores. Away, my friend;
The very air we breathe, belongs to Pyrrhus. I am advis’d; my all depends upon it.
Good gods! what tempted you to seek her here?

[Exit Pylades. Ores. Lost to myself

, I knew not what I did; My purposes were wild. Perhaps I came

Enter HERMIONE and Cleone. To menace Pyrrhus, and upbraid the woman. Madam, your orders are obey'd; I have seen Pył. This violence of temper may prove fatal. Pyrrhus, my rival; and have gain'd him for you. Ores. It must be more than inan to bear The king resolves to wed you. these shocks,

Her. So I am told; These outrages of fate, with temper. And, further, I am inform’d, that you, Orestes, He tells me that he weds Hermione, Are to dispose me for the intended marriage. And will to-morrow take her from

my

hand! Ores. And are you, niadam, willing to comply? My hand shall sooner tear the tyrant's heart. Her. What can I do? alas! my faith is Pil. Your passion blinds you,' sir; he's not

promis'd: to blame.

Can I refuse what is not mine to give? Could you but look into the soul of Pyrrhus, A princess is not at her choice to love ; Perbaps you'll find it tortur'd like your own. All we have left us is a blind obedience :

Ores. No, Pylades! 'tis all design. His pride, And yet you see how far I had comply'd,
To triumph over me, has chang'å his love. And made my duty yield to your entreaties.
The fair Hermione, before I came,

Orės. Ah, cruel maid! you knew — but I la ber bloom of beauty, was neglected.

have done. Ah, cruel gods! I thought her all my own! All have a right to please themselves in love. She was consenting to return to Sparta : I blame you not. 'Tis true, I hop'd — but you Fler beart, divided betwixt rage and love, Are mistress of your heart, and 'I'm content. Wa ga the wing to take its leave of Pyrrhus. 'Tis fortune is my enemy, not you, She beard my sighs, she pitied my complaints

, But

, madam, I shall spare you further pain She prais'd my constancy. The least indifference On this uneasy theme, and take

my

leave. From this proud king, had made Orestes happy!

[Erit. Pl. So your fond heart believes !

Her. Cleone, couldst thou think he'd be so Think not to force her hence ;

calm? But fly yourself from ber destructive charms. Cle. Madam, his silent grief sits heavy on him. Ores. Talk no more!

lle is to be pitied. His too eager

love cannot bear the thought! She must be mine! Hlas made him busy to his own destruction. Did Pyrrhus carry thunder in his band, Ris threats have wrought this change of mind Sd stand the boli, and challenge all his fury,

in Pyrrhus. Le l' resign Hermione. By force

Her. Dost thou think Pyrrhus capable of fear? [ saatch her hence, and bear her to my ships. Whom should the intrepid Pyrrhus fear? The Ihre we forgot her mother Ilclen's rape?

Greeks?

to you.

you fly?

Did he not lead their harass'd troops to conquest, Phoe. I thought so, sir.
When they despair’d, when they retir'd from Andro. Thou seest what mighty power my
Troy,

eyes have on him!' And sought for shelter in their burning fleets ?

[To Cephisa. Did he not then supply, his father's place ? Pyr. What says she, Phoenix? No, my Cleone, he is above constraint; Andro. I have no hope left! He acts unforc'd; and where he weds, he loves. Phoe. Let us be gone-Hermione espects you.

Cle. Oh, that Orestes had remain'd in Greece! Ceph. For heaven's sake, madam, break this I fear lo-morrow will prove fatal to him.

sullen silence. Her. Wilt thou discourse of nothing but Andro. My child's already promis'd. [Apart

. Orestes? Ceph. But not given,

Apart. Pyrrhus is mine again! Is mine for ever! Andro. No, no!- My tears are vain! – His Oh, my Cleone, I am wild with joy!

doom is fix'd! [Apart Pyrrhus, the bold, the brave, the godlike Pyrrhus! Pyr. See if she deigns to cast one look upon us. Oh, I could tell thee numberless exploits, Proud woman! And tire thee with his battles. Ob, Cleone- Andro. I provoke him by my presence. Cle. Madam, conceal your joy-I see An- Let us retire. dromache

Pyr. Come, let us satisfy She weeps, and comes to speak her sorrows The

Greeks, and give them up this Phrygian boy.

Andro. Ah, sir, recall those words! -What Her. I would indulge the gladness of my

bave you said ? heart!

If you give up my son, oh, give up me! Let us retire-Her grief is out of season. You, who so many times have sworn me

friendship, Enter ANDROMACHE and CEPHISA.

Oh, heavens! will you nol look with pity on me? Andro. Ah, madam! whither, whither do Is there no hope? Is there no room for pardon?

Pyr. Phoenix will answer you — iny word Where can your eyes behold a sight more

is pass'd. pleasing

Andro. You, who would brave so many Than Hector's widow, suppliant and in tears ?

dangers for me. I come not an alarm'd, a jealous foe,

Pyr. I was your lover then, I now am free, To envy you the heart your charms have won- To favour you, I might have spard his life; The only man I sought to please, is gone; But

you would ne'er vouchsafe io ask it of me Kill'd in my sight, by an inhuman band. Now 'tis too late. Hector first taught me love; which my fond heart Andro. Oh, sir, excuse Shall ever cherish, till we meet in death. The pride of royal blood, that checks my sou But, oh, I have a son! And you, one day, And knows noi how to be importunate. Will be no stranger to a mother's fondness: You know, alas! I was not born to kneel, But beaven forbid that you should ever know To sue for pity, and to own a master. A mother's sorrow for an only son,

Pyr. No, in your heart you curse me! yo Her joy, her bliss, her last surviving comfort !

disdain When every hour she trembles for his life! My gen'rous flame, and scorn to be oblig'd. Your power o'cr Pyrrhus may relieve my fears. But I shall leave you to your great resentmen Alas, what danger is there in a child, Let us go, Phoenix, and appease the Grect Sav'd from the wreck of a whole ruin'd empire? Andro. Then let me die, and let me go Let me go hide him in some desert isle:

Hector. You may rely upon my tender care

Ceph. But, madainTo keep him far from perils of ambition : Andro. What can I do more? The tyr: All he can learn of me will be to weep! Sees my distraction, and insults my tears, Her. Madam, 'tis easy to conceive your grief;

[To Cephi But it would sll become me to solicit Behold, how low you bare reduc'd a que In contradiction to my father's will:

These eyes bare seen my country laid in as 'Tis he who urges to destroy your son. My kindred fall in war, my faiher slain, Madam, if Pyrrhus must be wrought to pity, My husband dragg’d in his own blood, my No woman does it better than yourself

. Condemn'd to bondage, and myself a slave If you gain him, I shall complý of course. Yel, in the midst of these unheard-of woe

[Exit with Cleone. Twas some relief to find mysell your caput Andro. Didst thou not mind with what And that my son, deriv'd from ancient ki disdain she spoke?

Since he must serve, had Pyrrhus for his ma Youth and prosperity have made her vain; When Priam kneeld, the great Achilles w She has not seen the fickle turns of life. I hop'd I should not find his son less no Ceph. Madam, were I as you I'd take her I thought the brave were still the more counsel;

passionate. I'll speak my own distress: one look from you Oh, do not, sir, divide me from my chil Will vanquish Pyrrhus, and confound 'the If he must die Greeks

Pyr. Phoenix, withdraw awhile. See, where he comes. Lay hold on this occasion.

[Erit Pho

Rise, madam. Yet you may preserve your Enter PYRRHUS and PhoenIX. I lind, whenever I provoke your tears, Pyr. Where is the princess? Did you not I furnish you with arms against myself. inform me

I thought my hatred fix'd before I saw Hermione was here?

[To Phoenix. Oh, turn your eyes upon me while I