Orestes.
The oath is fulfilled upon her!
Andromache.
[Close to Pyrrhus.] My lord, my lord, wait and let him speak. It is he that asks you, so there is no dishonour. [He glares at her.] Nay, you may slay me after if I have done wrong. And his men are crowding behind these bushes and rocks.
Pyrrhus.
[In a war chant.] The wolves set an ambush, set an ambush for the lion; and the lion feasted for many days! Ho, Myrmidons!
Orestes.
They hear you not. Go back!
[He grasps his spear for defence; Pyrrhus draws his sword and starts forward.