——when the last of the Napæans has gone from the earth.
Andromache.
Nay; no peace then.
Orestes.
Not for the dead?
Andromache.
Do not men see the dead roaming the world, and hear them call for blood?
Orestes.
[Excitedly.] How know you, woman, that the Dead call for blood? [Gloomily again.] When the whole of a race is gone there may perhaps be peace.
Andromache.