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But why do you _fear_ him?
HERMIONE.
It is not the boy I fear.
ORESTES.
Who, then?
HERMIONE.
It is the woman.
ORESTES.
[_Repelled._] And what fear you from _her_? I care not to slay a woman and a child.
HERMIONE.
I can never breathe in peace while she is there!
ORESTES.
[_Sternly._] What has she done?
HERMIONE.
[_Speaking in vague, troubled tones._] When she is near me, even if I know it not, her breath runs in my blood and makes me tremble. [_She is trembling._
ORESTES.
Be still! Say what she has done. If she has done you a wrong I will slay her.
HERMIONE.
[_In the same way._] I might have borne her eyes perchance in my own country, with friends near me; but here, all alone----
ORESTES.
What has she done?
HERMIONE.
[_In the same way._] I meant no hurt to her for her sharing the king's bed. But when first I saw her and she looked straight into me, there was something that turned my heart sick and dimmed my eyes.
ORESTES.
How can I slay her for dreams like these? I know nought of your heart, but I can see your beauty. She has not hurt that.
HERMIONE.
Can you not see a dimness over my face, where it once was bright--and a radiance in hers?
ORESTES.
[_Reflecting._] There is a radiance, although she is so sad.
HERMIONE.
Where got she that radiance? It is not hers. It is the joy and sunlight she has sucked out of me!
ORESTES.
[_Looking at her coldly._] I can see no cloud in your face.
HERMIONE.
[_Pa.s.sionately._] No, no, you cannot see. I am rotting, shrivelling, dying within; and only she can see how I die!
ORESTES.
All flesh must decay. Tell me one deed of hate she has done, and I will slay her.
HERMIONE.
She has made me childless, that her child may be king!
ORESTES.
[_To himself._] And Helen never faded at all.
HERMIONE.
Childless, barren--barren of womb and of heart!--I had courage and strength to bear good sons, till she sapped it from me to feed _her_ son. Nay, there is another thing----
ORESTES.
[_Coldly._] What?
HERMIONE.
No, no, you do not believe me! I cannot say it.
ORESTES.
You speak such wild things.
HERMIONE.
