[In the same way.] I might have borne her eyes perchance in my own country, with friends near me; but here, all alone——
Orestes.
What has she done?
Hermione.
[In the same way.] I meant no hurt to her for her sharing the king's bed. But when first I saw her and she looked straight into me, there was something that turned my heart sick and dimmed my eyes.
Orestes.
How can I slay her for dreams like these? I know nought of your heart, but I can see your beauty. She has not hurt that.
Hermione.
Can you not see a dimness over my face, where it once was bright—and a radiance in hers?