I suspect, my dear, said Orestes to his girlfriend Hermione, that this will lead to no good. (I refer to the real-life Hermione who was the daughter of Menelaus, king of Sparta, and his wife, Helen of Troy, and not to the fictional travesty of Hermione Jean Granger, the character in J. K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series.)
Orestes continued: In fact you were rightfully mine, from a long time ago. Your father had promised you to me before he left for Troy but then, the liar that he is, when he got to Troy, he offered you to Neoptolemos, your present husband, if he, in return captured the city.
Well, said Hermione, I seem to be shunted around from one husband to another according to the whims of my father. If only I was a bit of fiction in a J. K. Rowling book and not real flesh and blood with emotions and feelings.
Why not leave Neoptolemos and follow your heart?
Come with me and elope to the mountains of Spart
And get away from that silly old fart.
Director: NEXT!
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