[Suddenly struggling.] I will not go! Let me free! I will stay and he shall slay me! [The men drag her off.
Orestes.
And for mine own atonement. [He looks round.] Men, get you gone!—If you would have more, here is my sword; and here is my shield, and my helmet. [He lays the arms one by one at Molossus' feet.]—My men are all gone. The rest is for you to take.
Molossus.
[Looking at Andromache.] I will take no more. I will have peace. [Kneels down, bending over the body.
Orestes.
Peace let it be!—Her face seems strangely joyful.
Molossus.
I never saw her looking so full of happiness.