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Orest. You may depart,
Pyl. Alas, unhappy princess! she's no more; “ Forget her, sir, and save yourself with us.”
Orest. Hermione no more!-Oh, all ye powers!
Pyl. Full of disorder, wildness in her looks,
Orest. I thank you, gods--I never could expect
Pyl. You hazard your retreat by these delays.
Orest. True, my friend : And therefore 'twas I'thank'd the bounteous gods. My fate's accomplish'd—I shall die content. Oh, bear me hence-blow, winds!
Pyl. Let us be gone.
Orest. The murder'd lovers wait me-Hark, they
call! Nay, if your blood still reeks, I'll mingle mine : One tomb will hold us all.
Pyl. Alas! I fear His ravings will return with his misfortunes. : Orest. I am dizzy!-Clouds ! Quite lost in utter
darkness. Guide me, some friendly pilot, through the storm. I shiver! Oh, I freeze ! -So; -Light returns; 'Tis the grey dawn l- -See, Pylades ! - Beholdl I am encompass'd with a sea of blood !The crimson billows-Oh! my brain's on fire!
Pyl. How is it, sir ? --Repose yourself on me.
How he glares !
Pyl. Alas, poor prince! “ Help to support him.-How he pants for breath!''
Orest. This is most kind, my Pylades-Oh, why, Why was I born to give thee endless trouble ?
Pyl. All will go well; he settles into reason.
Orest. Who talks of reason? Better to have none Than not enough.-Run, some one, tell my Greeks, I will not have them touch the king.–Now-now ( I blaze again!—See there !-Look where they come;
A shoal of furies—How they swarm about me!-
Pyl. Kind Heav'n restore him to his wonted calm!
Enter Phoenix, attended by Guards. Phæn. All, all are fled !- -Orestes is not hereTriumphant villains! The base, giddy rabble, Whose hands should all have been employ'd with fire, To waste the fleet, flock'd round the dying princess; And, while they stand agaze, the Greeks embark. Oh, 'tis too plain!-this sacrilegious murder Was authoriz'd.- _Th' ambassador's escape Declares his guilt.- -Most bloody embassy ! Most unexampled deed I-Where, where, ye gods,
Is majesty secure, if in your temples
[A Flourish of Trumpets.
Enter ANDROMACHE and CEPHISA. Andr. Yes, ye inhuman Greeks! the time will come When
you shall dearly pay your bloody deeds ! How should the Trojans hope for mercy from you, When thus you turn your impious rage on Pyrrhus; Pyrrhus, the bravest man in all your league ; The man whose single valour made you triumph.
[A dead March behind. Is my child there?
Ceph. It is the corpse of Pyrrhus.
Andr. Ill-fated prince ! too negligent of life:
Ceph. Alas, then, will your sorrows never end !
Andr. Oh, never, never! While I live, my tears Will never cease; for I was born to grieve.Give present orders for the fun’ral pomp: [To Phæn. Let him be rob’d in all his regal state ; Place round him ev'ry shining mark of honour : And let the pile, that consecrates his ashes, Rise like his fame, and blaze above the clouds.
[4 Flourish of Trumpets.
Ceph. That sound proclaims th’arrival of the prince,
Though plung’d in ills, and exercis’d in care,