Some day perhaps you will hurt me worse than any of them; but I shall not hate you.
Molossus.
[After a pause, handling the objects in the bowl.] Well, I give you my oath this time, Mother; but I will not atone for my next slaying.
Enter Alcimedon and Attendants.
Alcimedon.
The bull is finished, and a fine beast he was. [Seeing the bowl.] What is this?
Molossus.
[Shamefaced.] Nothing. Some pieces of mother's old stores.
Andromache.