Orestes.
I said it was but a boy's story. The Chalcidian knew not what had happened. Some said he won the queen to his ship, and fled away, wandering; and some said she told the king of his plotting, and they slew him there in the banquet hall. [A slight pause.] So perchance even Orestes has found his peace; or, perchance he is still an outcast man, with a new feud following him.
Molossus.
But I wish I knew.
Orestes.
Oh, 'tis a foolish story, without an ending.
Hermione.
[Breaking out from her suspense; recklessly.] And a poor fool, your Orestes, whatever befell!
Orestes.
How so? What if he won the woman?