Molossus.
If they wrong me! [Andromache smiles.] Shall I not hate them that wrong me? Do you not yourself?
Andromache.
Light of my age, if I hated, how should I live? There are three living souls that I love—you and your father and old Alcimus. And if I hated, whom should I hate more bitterly?
Molossus.
I know my father was your enemy once. But what did old Alcimus?
Andromache.
He was one of the three who slew my little child.
Molossus.