Hermione.
She has made me childless, that her child may be king!
Orestes.
[To himself.] And Helen never faded at all.
Hermione.
Childless, barren—barren of womb and of heart!—I had courage and strength to bear good sons, till she sapped it from me to feed her son. Nay, there is another thing——
Orestes.
[Coldly.] What?
Hermione.
No, no, you do not believe me! I cannot say it.