This poem is taken from PN Review 27, Volume 9 Number 1, September - October 1982.
from "Andromaque" translated by Richard Wilbur[Richard Wilbur's translation of the entire text of Racine's Andromaque will be published by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich later this year.]
Act I, Scene iv
PYRRHUS, ANDROMACHE, CEPHISA
PYR: Madam, is it me you're seeking?
Dare I let such a sweet hope cross my mind?
AND: I'm going to where you keep my son confined.
Since once a day you let me be alone
With all of Hector and of Troy I own,
I was about to weep an hour away
With him. I have not kissed him yet today.
PYR: Madam, the Greeks are frightened, it appears,
And soon may give you other grounds for tears.
AND: My lord, what fear afflicts them? Tell me, do.
Did some poor Trojan get away from you?
PYR: Their enmity for Hector is not dead.
They fear his son.
AND: A worthy cause for dread!
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