Orestes.
[To Andromache.] Know you not any cause why she should hate you?
Andromache.
Nay, stranger, why do men hate?
Hermione.
She has made me feel that I am vile. Slay her, or I go back to the King.
Orestes.
Pyrrhus most like is dead. If I do slay her will you come away with me?
Hermione.
Away? To the ship? Yes; till we come back and take the kingdom!