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SCENE VI.
Pyrrhus, Phœnix.Phœn.
Sir, did you mind her Threats? your Life's in Danger:
There is no trifling with a Woman's Rage.
The Greeks, that swarm about the Court, all hate you;
Will treat you as their Country's Enemy,
And joyn in her Revenge: Besides, Orestes
Still Loves her to Distraction: Sir, I beg—.
Pyr.
How! Phœnix:—should I fear a Woman's Threats?
A nobler Passion takes up all my Thought:
I must prepare to meet Andromache.
Do thou place all my Guards about her Son:
If he be safe, Pyrrhus is free from Fear.
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