I am but your handmaid, I have done you no hurt.
Hermione.
Nay, now you can see it—the thing I dared not say!
Orestes.
What is it?
Hermione.
She is no live woman! See! she is dead and sucks the blood of the living. Why is she not afraid, like a live woman?
Orestes.
[Troubled.] She is deathly white. Why she has no fear I know not.
Andromache.