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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Act three of Andromache by Jean Racine, translated by Robert
Bruce Boswell, Act three, Scene one, Orestes pilodes.
Speaker 2 (00:13):
My friend, restrain this most imprudent rage. You are no
more yourself. I know you not let me.
Speaker 3 (00:24):
No, No, your counsel comes too late. The voice of
reason only wearies me. I must cut short the torture
of this life. I'll bare her hands, her perrits. My
resolve is taken, and I'll execute the same. Yes that
I will by.
Speaker 2 (00:40):
All means be it so, I sanction that. But still
think where you are to show your hand is but
to court defeat. Learn to disguise your feelings. Calm your rage,
beat your eyes, keep the secret of your heart. These guards,
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these very walls, each breath of air, Sir Pirus, and
yet more Hermione. Hide your resentment with most care from her.
Why did you seek her in the name of heaven
in such a state?
Speaker 3 (01:18):
I knew not what I did. Mastered by rage, I
may have gone so far as the vent open threats
against them both.
Speaker 2 (01:25):
And what fruit did that fit of passion bear?
Speaker 3 (01:28):
Was not the blow sufficient to distract the coolest and
drive reason from her seat? Tomorrow he will wear hermione
and from my hand receiver as the mark of honor,
sooner made it with his blood.
Speaker 2 (01:42):
You blame him for a purpose he pursues in desperation,
rather pity him as I do you. His tortures are
as great.
Speaker 3 (01:53):
Nay, I know well he laughs in my despair. He
scorned her till he knew her loved by me. Her
arms were lost upon him. But for that he takes
her but to terror for my arms God's, When already
I had deemed her one, prepared to leave a sight forevermore,
her heart divided between love and hate, but waited his
refusal to become my own. Her eyes were opened, and
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her ears hearkened to me with pity. One word more
insure success.
Speaker 2 (02:21):
You think so I?
Speaker 3 (02:23):
Her wrath was hot against the wretch.
Speaker 2 (02:26):
Never more loved. Had Pius given her up? Do you
suppose no other pretext would have held her back? Let
not her charms beg you more, but fly from her forever,
rather than attempt to carry off a fury who detests
your love and would embitter all your life with vain regret.
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Having so nearly gained her dearest.
Speaker 3 (02:52):
Objects, Tis that very thought her just me on all
things would smile on her, and not but bootless rage,
be mind compelled to seek oblivion far from her once
more in exile. No, those torments she must share, which
I have borne too long alone. Enough of being pitied.
She shall, in her turn feel what it is to
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fear me, weak with woe, and call me cruel eaten
as I did her.
Speaker 2 (03:18):
Thus, as a raffisher, arrest these crownsies embassy?
Speaker 3 (03:23):
What matter pillodes Greece shall not wreak revenge at my expense,
nor an ungrateful princess mock my tears. How will our
country's praises profit me? When jeered at an empress as
a fool? What would you to confess the truth? I
feel my innocence a heavy load to bear. When did
the gods before prove so perverse as to pursue the
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guiltless and leave crime unpunished? Wheresoe'er I turn my eyes?
I see around me troubles that condemned their justice. Let
me earn their wrath, deserve their hatred, eat the fruit
if I must pay the penalty of crime. But why
draw down their anger yourself? When aimed at me? My
friendship has procured you harm enough, leave me alone to
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guilt and misery. Dear Pelodes, Your pity warps your senses.
Avoid the dangers that encompass me. Convey to Greece. The
infant given up by piis go.
Speaker 2 (04:16):
We all carry off his bride. A brave heart faces
peril without fear. Where love leads, friendship follows and can
act as boldly. Let us arm your company with zeal.
Our fleet is ready, and the breeze invites us. Every
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winding passage dark. I know the sea washes these palace walls,
and by a secret way, this very night, your prize
shall be conducted to your ship.
Speaker 3 (04:49):
Dear friend, I trespass on your love too far. Those
griefs that you alone could pity beg forgiveness for a
wret who loses all he sets his heart on, hated
by the world he himself, but under happier stars. I,
in my turn.
Speaker 2 (05:04):
Do not betray yourself before the blow, conceal your purpose.
That is all I ask till then forget your wrongs,
forget your love. But see she comes.
Speaker 3 (05:21):
Go friend, answer for her as I will for myself.
Speaker 1 (05:27):
Scene too hermione orestes cleone.
Speaker 3 (05:32):
Well, madam, you have won thanks to my care. I
have seen Peris, and your marriage now will soon take.
Speaker 4 (05:38):
Place, so I am told, and you were seeking me
that I might be prepared.
Speaker 3 (05:46):
And will you not reject these tardy vows who.
Speaker 4 (05:49):
Would have fancied Paris? Faithful? Still that passion could have
been delayed so long from bursting into flames, and it's
should linger till I was about to leave him. I'll
think with you disgrease he dreads not love, but prudence
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moves him over your soul. My eyes had far more absolute.
Speaker 3 (06:18):
No, no tis love. I cannot doubt it, and your
eyes have wrought all that they wished. Nor would displease him?
Speaker 4 (06:25):
Now what can I do, sir? When my faith is pledged?
Rob him of what? It was not I who gave
the star that rules a princess. Is not love, no
other glory than obedience left for her. Yet I was going,
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and you saw how I made duty yield to your desire, Ah.
Speaker 3 (06:52):
Cruel when you knew, but every heart is free to
follow its own choice, and yours was at your own disposal,
And if given, I had no right to claim it
as my own. And yet I hoped. But fortune, more
than you I blame, And why should I your patients,
try with vain complaints, act as your duty bids minus
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to spare you words of sad reproach.
Speaker 1 (07:16):
Scene three, Hermione, cleone.
Speaker 4 (07:22):
Did you expect his wrath to be so mild?
Speaker 5 (07:25):
A silent sorrow need not be for that less fatal
as the cause of his own woe. I pity him.
The more tis his own stroke that slays him. How
long has your marriage been in preparation? When Oreste spoke,
Pieris declared himself, you think tis fear?
Speaker 4 (07:42):
Fear, and of whom those who, for twice five years
fled before Hector and Achilles lost, crouched an alarm within
their burning ships, and who that for his son, would
have left Troy unbun and foregone a fruitless quest. Why
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should he fight against himself? Whatever he does he wishes
if he marries me, he loves me, let orestes, if
he will charge me with all his sorrow's better cheer
awaits me than his sighs Pirrus returns, Ah, Dear Glione,
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what a rapturous thought know you his exploits? Have you
heard them told? Too many to be numbered in himself,
so brave, so charming, and so faithful too as shown
at last his glory. Nothing lacks think.
Speaker 5 (08:45):
Hide your feelings. Look, your rival comes to cast her
troubles doubtless at your feet.
Speaker 4 (08:51):
Ah tis too soon to check this flood of joy.
Let us be gone? What should I say to her?
Speaker 1 (09:02):
Scene for andromache hermione cleone Suphisia, Why fly you, madam?
Speaker 6 (09:11):
Is it not a sight to please you? Hector's widow
at your knees weeping? But not with tears of jealousy.
I come, Nor do I envy you? The heart surrendered
to your charms. A cruel hand robbed me of him
whom only I admired. Love's flame was lit by Hector
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long ago. With him it was extinguished in the tomb,
But he has left a son. Some day you'll know
how closely to one's heart the sun can cling. But
you will never know. I wish it not, how keen
the pang when danger threatens him and they would take
him from you? All that's left to soothe a blighted heart. Ah,
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When worn out with ten long year years of woe,
de Troy and thought your mother's life on Hector, I
prevailed to succor her over Peeris you have power as
I had been over Hector, Can they dread the infant
he has left him? Let me hide in some far
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distant aisle, and they may trust my fears to keep
him there, taught but to weep with me.
Speaker 4 (10:25):
I feel for you, but duty holds my tongue tied.
When my sire declares his will, it is by him
that Beruce's rath is dead. But who can bend him
better than yourself? His soul has long been subject to
your eyes. Make him pronounce the word, and I'll consent.
Speaker 1 (10:50):
Scene five Andromache Suffisa.
Speaker 6 (10:57):
How scornfully did she refuse.
Speaker 7 (10:59):
My except her counsel see him as she says, one
look of yours may grief? And how confound le look?
He seeks you off his own a.
Speaker 1 (11:14):
Card Seene six Peeris and Dramache Phoenix Sophissa. Peerius to Phoenix,
where is the princess?
Speaker 8 (11:28):
Said you not that she was here?
Speaker 3 (11:31):
I thought so?
Speaker 1 (11:33):
And Dramake to Sophisa.
Speaker 6 (11:37):
Now you see what poem My eyes have over him?
Speaker 8 (11:41):
What says she?
Speaker 6 (11:43):
Oh is lost?
Speaker 7 (11:44):
Hermione is gone, and we will follow speak?
Speaker 6 (11:50):
Why abstinutely dumb has he not promised them my child?
Speaker 7 (11:56):
But not giving him up?
Speaker 6 (11:58):
They know my tears.
Speaker 8 (12:00):
His death is certain, how her pride disdains to look
my way.
Speaker 6 (12:06):
I should but irritate him more. Let us retire.
Speaker 8 (12:11):
Come, Hector's son shall be yielded to.
Speaker 1 (12:13):
Greece, Andromache throwing herself at his feet.
Speaker 6 (12:18):
Stop, sire, what will you do? Give up the sun?
Why not the mother? Then? Where is the kindness that
you swore to me so lately? Can I touch no
chord at least of pity? Doth this sentence bar all
hope of pardon?
Speaker 8 (12:38):
Phoenix knows my word is pledged.
Speaker 6 (12:41):
No dangers were too great for you to brave on
my behalf blind?
Speaker 8 (12:47):
Then I now can see your wishes might have won
his pardon once you ne'er so much as asked it.
Now you come too late.
Speaker 6 (12:56):
Full well you understood, my lord decided repulse forgive the
trace of pride that died not with my royal rank,
and made me shrink from input unity. My Lord, you know,
had it not been for you and Dromachy would never
have embraced a master's knees.
Speaker 8 (13:18):
No, in your secret soul you hate me, scorn to
owe me anything. This son the only object of your care.
You would have loved him less had he been saved
through me. You hate me with a bitter scorn. You
hate me more than all the Greeks together enjoy at
leisure such a noble rage. Come, Phoenix, I.
Speaker 6 (13:40):
Will go a hector scorne, Ma, Dear, what further can
I say to him? The author of my woes, he
knows them all.
Speaker 1 (13:52):
To peuris See to what state you have reduced me?
Speaker 6 (13:56):
Sire? I have seen my father slain our and wrapped
in flames, and all our family cut off. My husband's
bloody corpse dragged through the dust, his only son reserved
for chains with me. For his sake, I endure to
live a slave. Yea more this thought has sometimes brought
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relief that fate has fixed my place of exile. Here,
the son of many kings beneath your sway is happier
as a slave than he could be elsewhere. And I
had hoped his prison walls might be a place of refuge.
Priam found Achilles could respect his fallen state. I thought
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his son more generous still that trust my hector of pardon.
When I deemed thy foe too noble to commit a
datht dot's crime, ah, would he but allow us to
abide wherefore thine ashes I have raised a tomb, and
there his hatred and our woes divide us not from
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thy beloved remains.
Speaker 8 (15:07):
Go and await me Phoenix.
Speaker 1 (15:11):
Scene seven, peeress andromache suphysia, madam.
Speaker 8 (15:17):
Stay, your tears may yet win back this cherished sun. Yes,
I regret that, moving you to weep, I armed you
with a weapon against myself. I thought I could have
brought more hatred here. You might at least consent to
look at me. See are my eyes those of an
angry judge whose pleasure tis to cause you misery? Why
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force me to be faithless to yourself? Now, for your
son's sake, let us cease to hate. Tis I who
urge you save the child from death? Must sighs of
mine beg you to spare his life? And must I
clasp your knees to plead for him once more, but
once save him and save your sol I know what
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solemn vows for you. I break, what hatred I bring
down upon myself. Hermione shall go, and on her brow
for crown, I set a burning brand of shame, and
in the fain decked for her marriage rites her royal diadem.
Yourself shall wear this offer, lady, is no longer one
you can afford to scorn, perish, or reign. A year's
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contempt has made me desperate. Nor can I any longer
live in doubt, harassed by fears and mingling threats with groans.
To lose you is to die, tis death to wait.
I leave you to consider, and will come to bring
you to the temple where this child my fury shall
destroy before your eyes, or where in love I crown
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you as my queen.
Speaker 1 (16:47):
Scene eight andromache Suphysia is not.
Speaker 7 (16:52):
As effort taught in spite of Greece. You are two
mistress of your destiny.
Speaker 6 (17:00):
Alas that it should be as you have said. I
have no choice but to condemn my son.
Speaker 7 (17:08):
That's was to stretch fidelity too far. Excess of virtue
may be fraught with guilt. Hector himself would arch Mother.
Speaker 6 (17:19):
Cars peeris in Hector's place. Oh, I loathe the thought.
Speaker 7 (17:28):
Think of his son turned from your arms by force?
Mother nought else his sheep would blush that it would
not shame him that your conqueror should reign. State you
in your royal rank, tremble your force beneath his feet
in wraw, forget that fierce a Gules was his sire,
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and frustrate all his exploits.
Speaker 6 (17:55):
How can I cease to remember them? Though he forget
Hector's unburied corpse, dishonored, dragged around the walls of Troy,
his father slain before mine eyes, and grasping as he
fell the altar stained with his own blood that night,
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that cruel night, Think how its horrors brought eternal night
to Troy. Recall the look of Peirus crossing in the
lurid light our burning threshold. How his eyeballs glared My
fallen brothers spurned beneath his tread kindling the carnage died
from head to foot with gore. Canst hear the victor's shouts,
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the groans from dying lips, as fire and swords rush on.
Canst see Andromachi's despair, And how Peirrus confronts her with
those frightful deeds wherewith he won his glory. There behold
the husband you would give me, No, my friend, I
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will not be the accomplice of his crimes, his latest victim.
Let him make of me, and I, without a murmur,
will submit.
Speaker 7 (19:13):
Then let us go and see your son expire your presence.
Only do they wait for how you shudder?
Speaker 6 (19:23):
Yes, remembrance sends a pang that pierces deep. What see
him perish too? My only joy on whom my hector
was stamped his image token of the love I lost,
Oh me, I call to mind the day he thought
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Achilles fatal day for him. He pressed his boy to
his courageous heart, and said, drying my tears, dear wife,
I know not how fate may decide the fight to
which I go. I leave you this, my son, a
faithful pledge. And should he lose his father, be to
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him father and mother both. If you hold dear the
happiness we shared, then show to him how much you
loved me. Shall that precious blood be shed before my eyes?
His line extinct with him? How cruel king must my
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offense be counted his? He has not hated THEE, nor
yet reproach THEE with his kinsman's death, resenting not THEE
ills he cannot feel. Yet thou must die, my son,
unless I turn the sword aside that hangs above thy head.
That choice is mine, and shall I let it fall?
Speaker 7 (20:53):
No?
Speaker 6 (20:55):
Never can I suffer THEE to die. Let us find
peers no cyphysa, Go find him for me?
Speaker 7 (21:04):
What shall I say to him?
Speaker 6 (21:07):
Tell him? A mother loves her son enough? But has
he sworn indeed to slay the child? Can passion make
pearis so merciless?
Speaker 7 (21:18):
Madame? In fury? He will soon return? Then, go assure
him of your faith?
Speaker 6 (21:26):
Or what perhaps have I that promise still to give
a who ashes of my husband and my sire? How
dearly must I buy thy life? My son? Come? Let
us go with there? With what resolve to Hector's tomb,
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there to consult his will?
Speaker 1 (21:54):
And of Act three
Act three of Andromache by Jean Racine, translated by Robert
Bruce Boswell, Act three, Scene one, Orestes pilodes.
Speaker 2 (00:13):
My friend, restrain this most imprudent rage. You are no
more yourself. I know you not let me.
Speaker 3 (00:24):
No, No, your counsel comes too late. The voice of
reason only wearies me. I must cut short the torture
of this life. I'll bare her hands, her perrits. My
resolve is taken, and I'll execute the same. Yes that
I will by.
Speaker 2 (00:40):
All means be it so, I sanction that. But still
think where you are to show your hand is but
to court defeat. Learn to disguise your feelings. Calm your rage,
beat your eyes, keep the secret of your heart. These guards,
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these very walls, each breath of air, Sir Pirus, and
yet more Hermione. Hide your resentment with most care from her.
Why did you seek her in the name of heaven
in such a state?
Speaker 3 (01:18):
I knew not what I did. Mastered by rage, I
may have gone so far as the vent open threats
against them both.
Speaker 2 (01:25):
And what fruit did that fit of passion bear?
Speaker 3 (01:28):
Was not the blow sufficient to distract the coolest and
drive reason from her seat? Tomorrow he will wear hermione
and from my hand receiver as the mark of honor,
sooner made it with his blood.
Speaker 2 (01:42):
You blame him for a purpose he pursues in desperation,
rather pity him as I do you. His tortures are
as great.
Speaker 3 (01:53):
Nay, I know well he laughs in my despair. He
scorned her till he knew her loved by me. Her
arms were lost upon him. But for that he takes
her but to terror for my arms God's, When already
I had deemed her one, prepared to leave a sight forevermore,
her heart divided between love and hate, but waited his
refusal to become my own. Her eyes were opened, and
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her ears hearkened to me with pity. One word more
insure success.
Speaker 2 (02:21):
You think so I?
Speaker 3 (02:23):
Her wrath was hot against the wretch.
Speaker 2 (02:26):
Never more loved. Had Pius given her up? Do you
suppose no other pretext would have held her back? Let
not her charms beg you more, but fly from her forever,
rather than attempt to carry off a fury who detests
your love and would embitter all your life with vain regret.
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Having so nearly gained her dearest.
Speaker 3 (02:52):
Objects, Tis that very thought her just me on all
things would smile on her, and not but bootless rage,
be mind compelled to seek oblivion far from her once
more in exile. No, those torments she must share, which
I have borne too long alone. Enough of being pitied.
She shall, in her turn feel what it is to
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fear me, weak with woe, and call me cruel eaten
as I did her.
Speaker 2 (03:18):
Thus, as a raffisher, arrest these crownsies embassy?
Speaker 3 (03:23):
What matter pillodes Greece shall not wreak revenge at my expense,
nor an ungrateful princess mock my tears. How will our
country's praises profit me? When jeered at an empress as
a fool? What would you to confess the truth? I
feel my innocence a heavy load to bear. When did
the gods before prove so perverse as to pursue the
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guiltless and leave crime unpunished? Wheresoe'er I turn my eyes?
I see around me troubles that condemned their justice. Let
me earn their wrath, deserve their hatred, eat the fruit
if I must pay the penalty of crime. But why
draw down their anger yourself? When aimed at me? My
friendship has procured you harm enough, leave me alone to
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guilt and misery. Dear Pelodes, Your pity warps your senses.
Avoid the dangers that encompass me. Convey to Greece. The
infant given up by piis go.
Speaker 2 (04:16):
We all carry off his bride. A brave heart faces
peril without fear. Where love leads, friendship follows and can
act as boldly. Let us arm your company with zeal.
Our fleet is ready, and the breeze invites us. Every
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winding passage dark. I know the sea washes these palace walls,
and by a secret way, this very night, your prize
shall be conducted to your ship.
Speaker 3 (04:49):
Dear friend, I trespass on your love too far. Those
griefs that you alone could pity beg forgiveness for a
wret who loses all he sets his heart on, hated
by the world he himself, but under happier stars. I,
in my turn.
Speaker 2 (05:04):
Do not betray yourself before the blow, conceal your purpose.
That is all I ask till then forget your wrongs,
forget your love. But see she comes.
Speaker 3 (05:21):
Go friend, answer for her as I will for myself.
Speaker 1 (05:27):
Scene too hermione orestes cleone.
Speaker 3 (05:32):
Well, madam, you have won thanks to my care. I
have seen Peris, and your marriage now will soon take.
Speaker 4 (05:38):
Place, so I am told, and you were seeking me
that I might be prepared.
Speaker 3 (05:46):
And will you not reject these tardy vows who.
Speaker 4 (05:49):
Would have fancied Paris? Faithful? Still that passion could have
been delayed so long from bursting into flames, and it's
should linger till I was about to leave him. I'll
think with you disgrease he dreads not love, but prudence
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moves him over your soul. My eyes had far more absolute.
Speaker 3 (06:18):
No, no tis love. I cannot doubt it, and your
eyes have wrought all that they wished. Nor would displease him?
Speaker 4 (06:25):
Now what can I do, sir? When my faith is pledged?
Rob him of what? It was not I who gave
the star that rules a princess. Is not love, no
other glory than obedience left for her. Yet I was going,
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and you saw how I made duty yield to your desire, Ah.
Speaker 3 (06:52):
Cruel when you knew, but every heart is free to
follow its own choice, and yours was at your own disposal,
And if given, I had no right to claim it
as my own. And yet I hoped. But fortune, more
than you I blame, And why should I your patients,
try with vain complaints, act as your duty bids minus
(07:13):
to spare you words of sad reproach.
Speaker 1 (07:16):
Scene three, Hermione, cleone.
Speaker 4 (07:22):
Did you expect his wrath to be so mild?
Speaker 5 (07:25):
A silent sorrow need not be for that less fatal
as the cause of his own woe. I pity him.
The more tis his own stroke that slays him. How
long has your marriage been in preparation? When Oreste spoke,
Pieris declared himself, you think tis fear?
Speaker 4 (07:42):
Fear, and of whom those who, for twice five years
fled before Hector and Achilles lost, crouched an alarm within
their burning ships, and who that for his son, would
have left Troy unbun and foregone a fruitless quest. Why
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should he fight against himself? Whatever he does he wishes
if he marries me, he loves me, let orestes, if
he will charge me with all his sorrow's better cheer
awaits me than his sighs Pirrus returns, Ah, Dear Glione,
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what a rapturous thought know you his exploits? Have you
heard them told? Too many to be numbered in himself,
so brave, so charming, and so faithful too as shown
at last his glory. Nothing lacks think.
Speaker 5 (08:45):
Hide your feelings. Look, your rival comes to cast her
troubles doubtless at your feet.
Speaker 4 (08:51):
Ah tis too soon to check this flood of joy.
Let us be gone? What should I say to her?
Speaker 1 (09:02):
Scene for andromache hermione cleone Suphisia, Why fly you, madam?
Speaker 6 (09:11):
Is it not a sight to please you? Hector's widow
at your knees weeping? But not with tears of jealousy.
I come, Nor do I envy you? The heart surrendered
to your charms. A cruel hand robbed me of him
whom only I admired. Love's flame was lit by Hector
(09:32):
long ago. With him it was extinguished in the tomb,
But he has left a son. Some day you'll know
how closely to one's heart the sun can cling. But
you will never know. I wish it not, how keen
the pang when danger threatens him and they would take
him from you? All that's left to soothe a blighted heart. Ah,
(09:57):
When worn out with ten long year years of woe,
de Troy and thought your mother's life on Hector, I
prevailed to succor her over Peeris you have power as
I had been over Hector, Can they dread the infant
he has left him? Let me hide in some far
(10:18):
distant aisle, and they may trust my fears to keep
him there, taught but to weep with me.
Speaker 4 (10:25):
I feel for you, but duty holds my tongue tied.
When my sire declares his will, it is by him
that Beruce's rath is dead. But who can bend him
better than yourself? His soul has long been subject to
your eyes. Make him pronounce the word, and I'll consent.
Speaker 1 (10:50):
Scene five Andromache Suffisa.
Speaker 6 (10:57):
How scornfully did she refuse.
Speaker 7 (10:59):
My except her counsel see him as she says, one
look of yours may grief? And how confound le look?
He seeks you off his own a.
Speaker 1 (11:14):
Card Seene six Peeris and Dramache Phoenix Sophissa. Peerius to Phoenix,
where is the princess?
Speaker 8 (11:28):
Said you not that she was here?
Speaker 3 (11:31):
I thought so?
Speaker 1 (11:33):
And Dramake to Sophisa.
Speaker 6 (11:37):
Now you see what poem My eyes have over him?
Speaker 8 (11:41):
What says she?
Speaker 6 (11:43):
Oh is lost?
Speaker 7 (11:44):
Hermione is gone, and we will follow speak?
Speaker 6 (11:50):
Why abstinutely dumb has he not promised them my child?
Speaker 7 (11:56):
But not giving him up?
Speaker 6 (11:58):
They know my tears.
Speaker 8 (12:00):
His death is certain, how her pride disdains to look
my way.
Speaker 6 (12:06):
I should but irritate him more. Let us retire.
Speaker 8 (12:11):
Come, Hector's son shall be yielded to.
Speaker 1 (12:13):
Greece, Andromache throwing herself at his feet.
Speaker 6 (12:18):
Stop, sire, what will you do? Give up the sun?
Why not the mother? Then? Where is the kindness that
you swore to me so lately? Can I touch no
chord at least of pity? Doth this sentence bar all
hope of pardon?
Speaker 8 (12:38):
Phoenix knows my word is pledged.
Speaker 6 (12:41):
No dangers were too great for you to brave on
my behalf blind?
Speaker 8 (12:47):
Then I now can see your wishes might have won
his pardon once you ne'er so much as asked it.
Now you come too late.
Speaker 6 (12:56):
Full well you understood, my lord decided repulse forgive the
trace of pride that died not with my royal rank,
and made me shrink from input unity. My Lord, you know,
had it not been for you and Dromachy would never
have embraced a master's knees.
Speaker 8 (13:18):
No, in your secret soul you hate me, scorn to
owe me anything. This son the only object of your care.
You would have loved him less had he been saved
through me. You hate me with a bitter scorn. You
hate me more than all the Greeks together enjoy at
leisure such a noble rage. Come, Phoenix, I.
Speaker 6 (13:40):
Will go a hector scorne, Ma, Dear, what further can
I say to him? The author of my woes, he
knows them all.
Speaker 1 (13:52):
To peuris See to what state you have reduced me?
Speaker 6 (13:56):
Sire? I have seen my father slain our and wrapped
in flames, and all our family cut off. My husband's
bloody corpse dragged through the dust, his only son reserved
for chains with me. For his sake, I endure to
live a slave. Yea more this thought has sometimes brought
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relief that fate has fixed my place of exile. Here,
the son of many kings beneath your sway is happier
as a slave than he could be elsewhere. And I
had hoped his prison walls might be a place of refuge.
Priam found Achilles could respect his fallen state. I thought
(14:42):
his son more generous still that trust my hector of pardon.
When I deemed thy foe too noble to commit a
datht dot's crime, ah, would he but allow us to
abide wherefore thine ashes I have raised a tomb, and
there his hatred and our woes divide us not from
(15:04):
thy beloved remains.
Speaker 8 (15:07):
Go and await me Phoenix.
Speaker 1 (15:11):
Scene seven, peeress andromache suphysia, madam.
Speaker 8 (15:17):
Stay, your tears may yet win back this cherished sun. Yes,
I regret that, moving you to weep, I armed you
with a weapon against myself. I thought I could have
brought more hatred here. You might at least consent to
look at me. See are my eyes those of an
angry judge whose pleasure tis to cause you misery? Why
(15:40):
force me to be faithless to yourself? Now, for your
son's sake, let us cease to hate. Tis I who
urge you save the child from death? Must sighs of
mine beg you to spare his life? And must I
clasp your knees to plead for him once more, but
once save him and save your sol I know what
(16:01):
solemn vows for you. I break, what hatred I bring
down upon myself. Hermione shall go, and on her brow
for crown, I set a burning brand of shame, and
in the fain decked for her marriage rites her royal diadem.
Yourself shall wear this offer, lady, is no longer one
you can afford to scorn, perish, or reign. A year's
(16:23):
contempt has made me desperate. Nor can I any longer
live in doubt, harassed by fears and mingling threats with groans.
To lose you is to die, tis death to wait.
I leave you to consider, and will come to bring
you to the temple where this child my fury shall
destroy before your eyes, or where in love I crown
(16:44):
you as my queen.
Speaker 1 (16:47):
Scene eight andromache Suphysia is not.
Speaker 7 (16:52):
As effort taught in spite of Greece. You are two
mistress of your destiny.
Speaker 6 (17:00):
Alas that it should be as you have said. I
have no choice but to condemn my son.
Speaker 7 (17:08):
That's was to stretch fidelity too far. Excess of virtue
may be fraught with guilt. Hector himself would arch Mother.
Speaker 6 (17:19):
Cars peeris in Hector's place. Oh, I loathe the thought.
Speaker 7 (17:28):
Think of his son turned from your arms by force?
Mother nought else his sheep would blush that it would
not shame him that your conqueror should reign. State you
in your royal rank, tremble your force beneath his feet
in wraw, forget that fierce a Gules was his sire,
(17:52):
and frustrate all his exploits.
Speaker 6 (17:55):
How can I cease to remember them? Though he forget
Hector's unburied corpse, dishonored, dragged around the walls of Troy,
his father slain before mine eyes, and grasping as he
fell the altar stained with his own blood that night,
(18:15):
that cruel night, Think how its horrors brought eternal night
to Troy. Recall the look of Peirus crossing in the
lurid light our burning threshold. How his eyeballs glared My
fallen brothers spurned beneath his tread kindling the carnage died
from head to foot with gore. Canst hear the victor's shouts,
(18:41):
the groans from dying lips, as fire and swords rush on.
Canst see Andromachi's despair, And how Peirrus confronts her with
those frightful deeds wherewith he won his glory. There behold
the husband you would give me, No, my friend, I
(19:02):
will not be the accomplice of his crimes, his latest victim.
Let him make of me, and I, without a murmur,
will submit.
Speaker 7 (19:13):
Then let us go and see your son expire your presence.
Only do they wait for how you shudder?
Speaker 6 (19:23):
Yes, remembrance sends a pang that pierces deep. What see
him perish too? My only joy on whom my hector
was stamped his image token of the love I lost,
Oh me, I call to mind the day he thought
(19:44):
Achilles fatal day for him. He pressed his boy to
his courageous heart, and said, drying my tears, dear wife,
I know not how fate may decide the fight to
which I go. I leave you this, my son, a
faithful pledge. And should he lose his father, be to
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him father and mother both. If you hold dear the
happiness we shared, then show to him how much you
loved me. Shall that precious blood be shed before my eyes?
His line extinct with him? How cruel king must my
(20:29):
offense be counted his? He has not hated THEE, nor
yet reproach THEE with his kinsman's death, resenting not THEE
ills he cannot feel. Yet thou must die, my son,
unless I turn the sword aside that hangs above thy head.
That choice is mine, and shall I let it fall?
Speaker 7 (20:53):
No?
Speaker 6 (20:55):
Never can I suffer THEE to die. Let us find
peers no cyphysa, Go find him for me?
Speaker 7 (21:04):
What shall I say to him?
Speaker 6 (21:07):
Tell him? A mother loves her son enough? But has
he sworn indeed to slay the child? Can passion make
pearis so merciless?
Speaker 7 (21:18):
Madame? In fury? He will soon return? Then, go assure
him of your faith?
Speaker 6 (21:26):
Or what perhaps have I that promise still to give
a who ashes of my husband and my sire? How
dearly must I buy thy life? My son? Come? Let
us go with there? With what resolve to Hector's tomb,
(21:50):
there to consult his will?
Speaker 1 (21:54):
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