Orestes.
[Reflecting.] There is a radiance, although she is so sad.
Hermione.
Where got she that radiance? It is not hers. It is the joy and sunlight she has sucked out of me!
Orestes.
[Looking at her coldly.] I can see no cloud in your face.
Hermione.
[Passionately.] No, no, you cannot see. I am rotting, shrivelling, dying within; and only she can see how I die!
Orestes.
All flesh must decay. Tell me one deed of hate she has done, and I will slay her.