Orestes.
She is not crying him to waken. She is bidding him rest in peace and not harm us.
Hermione.
It cannot be that; it cannot. I have hated her too sore. It is all witchwork or else madness.
[She looks up and sees the sword; suddenly clutches it and moves towards Andromache.
Andromache.
And afterward go and seek Hector, and he will tell thee more, for he was wiser and greater than other men. And some day this woman, too, will be broken and dying; and then she will see what thou and I have seen, and will know what mercy is. [Hermione stabs her.] Ah!
[Andromache falls over the body of Pyrrhus. Orestes starts forward and grasps Hermione.
Orestes.
[To the men holding Molossus.] Hold this wild beast! Let the boy free.