I sought that when I came. Now I need more.
[He poises his spear. Andromache slips back to Molossus at the altar.
Orestes.
[Not raising his spear.] Nay, it was I that should have slain Andromache. Go your ways! I only take back my own bride.
[Pointing to Hermione, whom Pyrrhus now sees for the first time.
Pyrrhus.
It is Orestes!—But the queen vowed—— And that oath! Oh, perjured! perjured!
Hermione.
[To the rocks and thickets.] O ye in the ambush, strike him down! Strike him down! Oh, what is that rushing on the wind?
[Puts her hands over her ears as though in terror.