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SCENE IV.
Hermione, Cleone.Cle.
Madam, you'll perish in this bold Attempt.
Herm.
Give me my Vengeance, I am content to perish.
I was to blame to trust it with another:
In my own Hands it had been more secure.
Orestes hates not Pyrrhus, as I hate him:
I should have thrust the Dagger home; have seen
The Tyrant curse me with his parting Breath,
And roll about his dying Eyes in vain,
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Oh, would Orestes, when he gives the Blow,
Tell him he dyes my Victim!—haste Cleone;
Charge him to say, Hermione's Resentments,
Not those of Greece, have sentenced him to Death.
Haste my Cleone! My Revenge is lost,
If Pyrrhus knows not that he dyes by me!
Cle.
I shall obey your Orders, Madam—But I see
The King!—Who could expect him here!
Herm.
Oh fly! Cleone, fly! and bid Orestes
Not to proceed a Step before I see him.
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