Bia. O, save our bones. I am the stronger.
You know 't.
Pyrr. You! I'll wind you like a thread!
Bia. You didn't.
Pyrr. Didn't....
Bia. When we wrestled.
Pyrr. When....
Oh, then! My arm was lame. Come, I will pass!
Bia. Nay, 'twas your heart that spared me!
Pyrr. Ay, like this!
[Throws him aside. He staggers against the wall for support. She opens door. Two soldiers in armor silently oppose spears to her passage. She slowly closes the door]
Pyrr. Where are we going?