Hermione.
[Angrily.] Bah! You deem because you are rude you are valiant, Alcimedon! The soldiers of the South were as brave as you.
Alcimedon.
[Turning away towards the maidens.] Let not Andromache draw the water, jades!
Hermione.
Will you not draw for her yourself, old man?
Alcimedon.
I draw water! [Drawing himself up in indignation.] By Hermes! I care not for the tongue of a barren woman.
[Voices and the loud talk of huntsmen are heard outside.