Hush, Queen, lest the goddess hear!
Hermione.
[Continuing.] And there by the altar I will swear oaths, and Thetis may work upon me what she will!
Pyrrhus.
Nay, daughter of Helen, no such wild words! I mistrust you not.—Guest, get you gone in peace.
Orestes.
[Subdued by mention of the Furies.] I go, not fearing you, but lest I see Them. I am no guest of yours. [Throwing down armour.] Take back your shield and helmet. Aught else I have had from your hands, my gold will more than repay [With horror.] Apollo, Averter of Evil! keep them back!—Oh, why did you not slay me while you might? [Exit Orestes.
A Retainer.
Shall we not stone him from the Court?