Andromache.
Perchance he has been long alone in the forests. Take him and give him food and drink.
Alcimedon.
The priest can take him. I want no more of the man.
Orestes.
[Wearily.] Nay, touch me not. Leave me awhile.
Priest.
[To the others.] It is well. Make your prayers.
Andromache.
[Approaching the altar, and praying with upstretched hands.] Greeting to thee and joy, Thetis, mother of all Phthia. Give us peace in this land; and grant that my son Molossus return safe, and grow to give joy to thee and all this house!