Andromache.
It is well, fellow slave. Let our work be even.
Enter, by the path from the Castle, Hermione, with two attendants carrying libations. She does not notice the slaves.
Alcimedon.
Greeting, O Queen.
Hermione.
Greeting, old man. [Going up to the altar.] Hail, Thetis, and have joy! Accept this wine and the blood of an ewe with two lambs that I bring to thee; and take off from me, I beseech—— [She stops, looks round, and sees Andromache, on whom she turns with vehemence.] You? [Flings out the blood on the ground.
Alcimedon.
Queen, you have flung out the blood upon the ground!