Hermione.
[Mastering her agitation with difficulty.] You know the land of Pelops, stranger? It is a fair land.
Orestes.
Once it was far the fairest upon earth. But now its pride is brought down, and that which made it beautiful is departed. [He looks steadily at her.
Pyrrhus.
Ay, they have had their troubles in the South. Howbeit, with us you may stay in peace as long as your pleasure is. Daughter of Helen, give your hand to our guest, and guide him to the castle.
Hermione.
[Moving her hand forward, then drawing back.] Let another guide him. I have yet a prayer unspoken, and my offering is poured.
Pyrrhus.