Orestes.
I—to Thetis! No! Yet perhaps—— [Going up to altar.] Hail, Thetis! I have given thee an offering of many oxen's price, and many more will I give if thou hinder me not of my desires.
Alcimedon.
A vile prayer, a very dangerous prayer! He might as well have prayed silently. I will not take the man; the Priest may take him. [The Priest goes towards Orestes.
Orestes.
[Looking about and scanning the faces.] I will be this bondwoman's guest.
Andromache.
So be it, stranger. [The Priest moves anxiously towards Orestes.] And perchance the Priest will give you shelter till my work is done.
Priest.
Ay, come with me. When the King returns, it were meeter that he should take you. [Aside to Orestes.] Beware, stranger! It is the Phrygian woman.