Andromache.
Nay, my lord, it was scarce a righteous slaying.
Pyrrhus.
Not righteous! [Scornfully.] Then perchance you would have me cut off the herd-boy's hands and feet, for fear his ghost should come after us? Not righteous! What is it you fear?
Andromache.
[Putting her hand on Molossus' shoulder.] He is but a boy, my lord! And if there is no atonement, they will watch day and night to slay him.
Molossus.
Mother, I fear them not!
Andromache.
They will raid us again——