A gift for Molossus! The King has given him a helmet and shield and spear!
MOLOSSUS.
And greaves, too, with bronze rims!
PYRRHUS.
Not yet, my boy! [_As_ MOLOSSUS _would fit a greave on_.] Bad luck before a banquet.
ALCIMUS.
Wait till the morning, my lad!
PYRRHUS.
[_With sudden displeasure, seeing the blood-gifts._] What mean all these carpets, and the bowl yonder?
ANDROMACHE.
They are gifts for the atonement.
PYRRHUS.
Atonement--to those dogs!
ANDROMACHE.
My King, it was the boon you granted me.
PYRRHUS.
[_Turning towards_ MOLOSSUS.] The boy never consented!
MOLOSSUS.
I--verily I liked it not--but I gave my word. Mother made me.
PYRRHUS.
You have just slain a man, and a woman can frighten you to promising your own dishonour?
MOLOSSUS.
She did not frighten me; she--I know not how she did it!
HERMIONE.
[_With a laugh._] Others can guess well enough how she did it!
FIRST MAID.
[_Muttering._] Sorceress!
SECOND MAID.
[_The same._] Phrygian witch!
ALCIMUS.
Hold your peace, little prating foxes!
FIRST MAID.
Oh, we all know she has witched old Alcimedon, long ago.
MOLOSSUS.
[_Half crying, as_ PYRRHUS _stands gloomily silent_.] I would not make atonement to them, Father, for all the world!
PYRRHUS.
She has your word now, little fool; and mine likewise.--By the gods, woman, you have got your will, and shamed me in the eyes of all men.
ANDROMACHE.
Master, your honour is more to me than mine own. This thing shames you not; even Alcimedon deemed it wise and honourable.
ALCIMUS.
The boy is very young; if he were a man, belike----
HERMIONE.
Is Alcimedon the judge of his lord's honour?
ANDROMACHE.
But how should I ever seek to hurt your honour? Why should I wish it?
PRIEST.
[_As_ PYRRHUS _goes silently back to the throne_.] A barbarian woman never forgets a hurt.
FIRST MAID.
'Tis the spite of a conquered Phrygian.
HERMIONE.