Orestes.
[Apart to Priest.] She is over-wise, methinks; but not evil. I fear her not. [Coming back as though on impulse.] I give you my hand, wife of Hector!
Andromache.
It is well, my guest. [Taking his hand.
Priest.
Till the King returns! [Exeunt Priest and Orestes r.
Alcimedon.
[As Andromache and the women draw water at the well.] Lazy hounds, to let Hector's wife draw water! Fill her pails for her, little foxes!
First Maid.
Better she fill mine! Perhaps she knows charms for filling them.