[Turning as she goes off.] Be not wroth, my King. Your hall would be very desolate if the boy were slain. [Exeunt Andromache and Molossus.
Hermione.
There is another atonement should come first, if you must humble yourself.
Pyrrhus.
[Stopping as he is going off.] What other?
Hermione.
Atone to Orestes, Agamemnon's son, that you stole away his bride!
Pyrrhus.
[Firing up and laying his hand on his dagger.] Daughter of a dog! I stole no man's bride.