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[_Flings herself down by the altar, hidden from the back of the stage by the trees._
PYRRHUS.
By Thetis, woman, you are bewitched!
HERMIONE.
[_With a cry._] Bewitched! Have I not said it?
_Enter from_ R. _back_, PRIEST _and_ ORESTES.
PRIEST.
[_To_ ORESTES.] Here is the King himself! [_To_ PYRRHUS.] Son of Achilles, I bring you this stranger, whom your handmaid, Andromache, commended to my care.
PYRRHUS.
Whence comes he, and what seeks he?
PRIEST.
From Acarnania, banished for the slaying of a man.
PYRRHUS.
He seeks not purification?
ORESTES.
The blood is faded long ago from my hand. I seek but to rest a while at your castle; I will give payment either in battle with your enemies, or by tidings and songs from beyond Parna.s.sus and the Waters of Pelops.
[HERMIONE _looks up in amazement at the voice, utters a stifled cry, and peers round_.
PYRRHUS.
It is well, stranger. Tidings are good in peace; and if war comes, an exile for manslaying may well be worth the bread he eats.
ORESTES.
Others know if I am skilled in war. I know only that my life is little worth to me, and I care not much to save it.
PYRRHUS.
A good word, Sir Guest, and worthy of the roof of Achilles. We give you greeting, my Queen and I. [_Shakes his hand, and looks round for_ HERMIONE.] Daughter of Helen, have you not seen our guest?
HERMIONE.
[_In a startled tone._] Seen him? What do you mean, my lord?
ORESTES.
Nay, though methinks I have heard the Queen's praises till it is almost as though I knew her. For the women of the South speak daily of Helen's daughter, and the bards and kings' sons will never forget her.
HERMIONE.
[_Mastering her agitation with difficulty._] You know the land of Pelops, stranger? It is a fair land.
ORESTES.
Once it was far the fairest upon earth. But now its pride is brought down, and that which made it beautiful is departed. [_He looks steadily at her._
PYRRHUS.
Ay, they have had their troubles in the South. Howbeit, with us you may stay in peace as long as your pleasure is. Daughter of Helen, give your hand to our guest, and guide him to the castle.
HERMIONE.
[_Moving her hand forward, then drawing back._] Let another guide him. I have yet a prayer unspoken, and my offering is poured.
PYRRHUS.
[_Displeased._] Be not vexed, stranger. Who can tell the prayers of a childless woman, save that they change and are very many? Come with me, and to-morrow we will ask your name and race.
[_Exeunt_ PYRRHUS _and_ ORESTES, L. _The_ PRIEST _looks to the niches in the rock to see the offerings_. HERMIONE _falls on her knees at the altar, and prays silently_.
END OF THE FIRST ACT.
THE SECOND ACT
SCENE: _The Hall of_ PYRRHUS' _Castle, a rude stone building, with spears, swords, and armour hanging on the walls. A doorway in the back wall leads to the courtyard. At the extreme right is a fire burning; near it are two high seats for the King and Queen._
_On a bench near the door are_ ANDROMACHE _and_ MOLOSSUS _seated; on the floor near them is a small pile of carpets and tapestries, and a bowl with some metal ornaments and small weapons in it_.
ANDROMACHE.
But when you saw him fall, and saw the pain in his face, did it give you no grief?
MOLOSSUS.
A little, it may be. Not more than when I struck my first deer. A child might cry over the ox they are flaying now in the yard.
ANDROMACHE.
And a grown man, too, if it availed anything.
