[Who had been cooling, starts and threatens her.] What know you of the Dread Watchers?
Andromache.
And there is little glory in the slaying of a woman, and little gain.
Orestes.
[Wildly.] What woman? Who are you that taunt me? Priest, is this your witch?
Alcimedon.
[Angrily.] She is no witch! You lie, both stranger and priest!
Andromache.
I am a bondwoman of the King.