Pyrrhus.
Well, take our boy, and be with him at the castle when I come. Stay, think of a boon to ask of me in return for the day's good work. And make it a rich boon; I shall not stint you.
Andromache.
I know it now; but I fear to anger my lord.
Pyrrhus.
Ask on; yet I would not have you ask for freedom from me.
Andromache.
My master, what could I do now with freedom? Only suffer Molossus to make atonement to the Napæans for the man he slew. He may give back the oxen, and I will add of my own.
Pyrrhus.
[Displeased.] Atonement! Who are the Napæans to seek atonement from me?