'Tis well said, Alcimedon! These women and priests!
Priest.
Nay, but I will speak!
[Talks to Pyrrhus, round whom a group gathers, leaving Andromache alone, and Orestes near Alcimedon.
Orestes.
[Apart to Alcimedon.] Old man, you have seen Helen. Was she more beautiful than your Queen?
Alcimus.
[Looking towards Hermione, then brightening.] Nay, this is a woman like another; Helen was goddesslike, deathless and ageless for ever!
Orestes.