[In a struggling sullen voice.] It was not you that slew her.
Orestes.
Is it the woman? There is your sword. [Picks it up and gives it him. To the men holding Hermione.] Hold back her arms, men, that the King may slay her as he will!
[The men bring forward Hermione, dazed and stupefied; they hold her so that either breast or throat may receive the sword.
Molossus.
Oh, take her away, or I will verily slay her! Let her never set foot upon this land again.
Orestes.
Begone with her to the ship! [The men move off with her.
Hermione.