Hermione.
[Piteously.] My mother Helen never wished the men to die!
Orestes.
My singing mislikes you, old man? Or is it women that like you not?
Pyrrhus.
Stranger, some gayer song would better suit a day of rejoicing. Are the songs of Acarnania all sad?
Orestes.
Do the men of Phthia wince at the name of death?
Alcimedon.