[Orestes and Molossus bend together over the body of Andromache. The men-at-arms seize Hermione.
Molossus.
Mother, speak!—Is she dead?
Orestes.
No, but there is death in her face.
Molossus.
Mother, mother, speak!
Orestes.
[Standing up.] We know what she would say—— Young King of Phthia, I never sought to slay your father; and for this woman, I would give all my wealth to have her alive again.—But I will make atonement: take all my gold—[takes off his chain, and throws it at Molossus' feet. Molossus stands silent]—and this dagger likewise. There is a bright stone in the hilt that keeps off the venom of snakes. [Molossus is still silent.] And my cloak was woven by women of Sidon. [Throws down the cloak.
Molossus.