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SCENE IV.
Andromache, Hermione, Cleone, and Cephisa.And.
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 alarmed, a jealous Foe,
To envy you the Heart your Charms have won:
The only Man I sought to please, is gone;
Kiled 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 Heaven 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.
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Saved from the Wreck of a whole ruined Empire?
Let me go hide him, in some Desart 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 easie to conceive your Grief:
But, it would ill become me, to sollicit
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 your self:
If you gain him, I shall comply of Course.
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