Pyrrhus.
I can do them twice and four times the hurt they can do me.
Andromache.
They cannot hurt us in our castle, but they can burn the villages in the plain and make dearth and famine.
Molossus.
Oh, Mother, why should I make atonement for my first man?
Pyrrhus.
It was only a boy, too. I cannot ask forgiveness for one boy!
Andromache.