Hermione.
[Holding aloof.] Keep away from the altar, with foul hands!
Andromache.
[To Pyrrhus, with reproach, while she embraces Molossus.] You said you would take him to no battles, only to hunting.
Pyrrhus.
[Cheerily.] By Hermes, it was he who made the battle! I meant nothing but hunting.
Alcimedon.
Well done, boy! A true prince, a true prince!
Pyrrhus.