Orestes.
You speak such wild things.
Hermione.
I know not why I am so wild now, and anger you.—When she is near, it makes me wild and cruel; but now, I know not why this should come over me.
Orestes.
Great Zeus! if it should be true!—Andromache, Andromache, speak and answer her.
Hermione.
Is she here? [Andromache comes out from the trees by the altar.] Averter of Evil, what is that?
Andromache.