Alcimedon.
The jade! She is praying in silence! Ho, stop her, Priest! [The others giggle.
Maid.
'Tis as good as a witch's prayer, at the worst!
Alcimedon.
[Taking hold of her and threatening her with the shaft of his spear.] Say it aloud, now! Say what it was!
Maid.
I won't! I won't! Let me be. It was no harm.
Andromache.