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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1808 Excerpt:...Yet, all this while, I die by your disdain, While he neglects your charms, and courts another. Her. And who has told you, prince, that I'm neg-lected? Has Pyrrhus said--Oh, I shall go distracted! Has Pyrrhus told you so? or is it you Who think thus meanly of me?--Sir, perhaps, All do not judge like you. Ores. Madam, go on--Insult me still; I'm us'd to bear your scorn. Her. Why am I told how Pyrrhus loves or hates? Go, go, and arm the Greeks against the rebel; Let theni lay waste his country, raze his towns, Destroy his fleets, his palaces--himself! Go, go, and tell me then how much I love him! Ores. To hasten his destruction, come yourself; And work your royal father to his ruin. Her. Meanwhile, he weds Andromache! Ores. Ah, princess! Whatis'tl hear? Her. What infamy for Greece, If he should wed a Phrygian, and a captive? Ores. Is this your hatred, madam?--Tis in vain To hide your passion--every thing betrays it; Your looks, your speech, your anger,--nay, your si-lence; Your love appears in all; your secret flame Breaks out the more, the more you would conceal it. Her. Your jealousy perverts my meaning still, And wrests each circumstance to your disquiet; My very hate is construed into fondness. Ores. Impute my fears, if groundless, to my love. Her. Then hear me, sir--Obedience to a father First brought me hither; and the same obedience Detains me here, till Pyrrhus drive me hence, Or my offended father shall recall me. Tell this proud king, that Menalaus scorns To match his daughter with a foe of Greece: Bid him resign Astyanax, or me. If he persists to guard the hostile boy, Hermione embarks with you for Sparta. Exit. Ores. Then is Orestes bless'd! My griefs are fled! Fled, like a dream!--unlook'd-for joy! Never let love despair;--The prize is mine! Be sm...