[Almost crying.] He was a big boy!—I hate the Napæans, and I will slay more of them!
Alcimedon.
There are the oxen as well. We have killed two; but sorry beasts, both, sorry beasts. Any two calves will more than make up for them.
Molossus.
But I hate them!
Alcimedon.
Hate them your fill; but make up the feud: we must not have Pyrrhus left childless.
Molossus.
What is it to me if Pyrrhus is childless? He can avenge his children.
Alcimedon.