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"To gain a conquest, where you wish they should.” Her. What can I do? alas! my faith is promis’d. . Can I refuse what is not mine to give? A princess is not at her choice to love; All we have left us is a blind obedience : And yet, you see, how far I had comply'd, And made my duty yield to your intreaties. Orest. Ah, cruel maid! you knew—but I have done. All have a right to please themselves in love: I blame not you. 'Tis true, I hop'd;—but you Are mistress of your heart, and I'm content. 'Tis fortune is my enemy, not you. But, madam, I shall spare you farther pain On this uneasy theme, and take my leave.

[Exit Orestes. Her. Cleone, could'st thou think he'd be so calm: Cleo. Madam, his silent grief sits heavy on him. He's to be pitied. His too eager love

Has made him busy to his own destruction.

His threats have wrought this change of mind is


Her. Dost thou think Pyrrhus capable of fear! Whom should the intrepid Pyrrhus fear? the Greeks? Did he not lead their harrass'd troops to conquest When they despair'd, when they retir'd from Troy, And sought for shelter in their burning fleets? Did he not then supply his father's place? No, my Cleone, he is above constraint;

He acts unforc'd; and where he weds he loves.

Cleo. Oh, that Orestes had remain'd in Greece!

I fear to-morrow will prove fatal to him.

Her. Wilt thou discourse of nothing but Orestes? Pyrrhus is mine again!-Is mine for ever!

Oh, my Cleone! I am wild with joy!

Pyrrhus, the bold! the brave! the godlike Pyrrhus!
—Oh, I could tell thee numberless exploits,
And tire thee with his battles-Oh, Cleone-

Cleo. Madam, conceal your joy-I see Andromache: She weeps, and comes to speak her sorrows to you. Her. I would indulge the gladness of my heart! Let us retire: her grief is out of season.


Andr. Ah, madam, whither, whither do you fly ?
Where can your eyes behold a sight more pleasing
Than Hector's widow suppliant and in tears?
I come not an alarm'd, a jealous foe,

To envy you the heart your charms have won :
The only man I sought to please, is gone;
Kill'd in my sight, by an inhuman hand.

"Hector first taught me love; which my fond heart
"Shall ever cherish, 'till we meet in death."
But, Oh, I have a son !-And you, one day,
Will be no stranger to a mother's fondness:
But Heav'n forbid that you should ever know
A mother's sorrow for an only son.

Her joy, her bliss, her last surviving comfort!
When every hour she trembles for his life!
Your power o'er Pyrrhus may relieve my fears.

Alas, what danger is there in a child,

Sav'd from the wreck of a whole ruin'd empire?
Let me go hide him in some desert isle :
You may rely upon my tender care
To keep him far from perils of ambition:
All he can learn of me, will be to weep.

Her. Madam, 'tis easy to conceive your grief:
But, it would ill become me, to solicit
In contradiction to my father's will:
'Tis he who urges to destroy your son.
Madam, if Pyrrhus must be wrought to pity,
No woman does it better than yourself;

If you gain him, I shall comply of course.

[Exit Her. and Cleone. Andr. Didst thou not mind with what disdain she

spoke ?

Youth and prosperity have made her vain;

She has not seen the fickle turns of life.

Ceph. Madam, were I as you, I'd take her counsel! I'd speak my own distress: one look from you Will vanquish Pyrrhus, and confound the Greeks— See, where he comes-Lay hold on this occasion.


Pyr. Where is the princess? Did you not inform me Hermione was here ?

Phan. I thought so, sir.

[To Phoenix.


[To Ceph.

Andr. Thou seest what mighty power my eyes

on him!

Pyr. What says she, Phoenix?

Andr. I have no hope left!

Phan. Let us begone :-Hermione expects you. Ceph. For Heaven's sake, madam, break this sullen silence.

Andr. My child's already promis'd

Ceph. But not given.

Andr. No, no! my tears are vain! his doom is fixt! Pyr. See, if she deigns to cast one look

Proud woman!

Andr. I provoke him by my presence.

Let us retire..

Pyr. Come, let us satisfy

upon us!

The Greeks; and give them up this Phrygian boy. Andr. Ah, sir! recall those words-What have you


If you give up my son, Oh, give up me!—

You, who so many times have sworn me friendship:
Oh, Heav'ns!-will you not look with pity on me?
Is there no hope? Is there no room for pardon?

Pyr. Phoenix will answer you: my word is past.
Andr. You, who would brave so many dangers

for me.

Pyr. I was your lover then: I now am free.

To favour you, I might have spar'd his life :
But you would ne'er vouchsafe to ask it of me.
Now, 'tis too late.

"Andr. Ah, sir, you understood

"My tears, my wishes, which I durst not utter, "Afraid of a repulse." Oh, sir, excuse

The pride of Royal blood, that checks my soul.

You know, alas! I was not born to kneel,
To sue for pity, and to own a master.

Pyr. No! in your heart you curse me! you disdain My generous flame, and scorn to be oblig❜d!

"This very son, this darling of your soul,

"Would be less dear, did I preserve him for you. "Your anger, your aversion fall on me!

"You hate me more than the whole league of Greece:" But I shall leave you to your great resentments. Let us go, Phœnix, and appease the Greeks.

Andr. Then, let me die! and let me go to Hector. Ceph. But, madam—

Andr. What can I do more? The tyrant

Sees my distraction and insults my tears. [To Ceph.
-Behold how low you have reduc'd a queen!
These eyes have seen my country laid in ashes;
My kindred fall in war; my father slain;
My husband dragg'd in his own blood; my son
Condemn'd to bondage, and myself a slave;
Yet, in the midst of these unheard-of woes,
'Twas some relief to find myself your captive;
And that my son, deriv'd from ancient kings,
Since he must serve, had Pyrrhus for his master.
When Priam kneel'd, the great Achilles wept :
I hop'd I should not find his son less noble.

I thought the brave were still the most compassionate.
Oh, do not, sir, divide me from my child!

If he must die

Pyr. Phoenix, withdraw a while.

[Ex. Phoenix.

Rise, madam-Yet you may preserve your son.

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