author - "Gilbert Murray"
Nay, old friend--[to ALCIMEDON, who wants to break in; then to ORESTES again]--though you slay us all, you have but lost the food and shelter we had given you; and the shedder of blood escapes not the Dread Watchers.ORESTES. [Who had been cooling, starts and threatens her.] What know you of the Dread Watchers? ANDROMACHE. And there is little glory in the slaying of a woman, and little gain. ORESTES. [Wildly.] What woman? Who are you that taunt me? Priest, is this your witch? ALCIMEDON.
Nay, old friend--[to ALCIMEDON, who wants to break in; then to ORESTES again]--though you slay us all, you have but lost the food and shelter we had given you; and the shedder of blood escapes not the Dread Watchers.ORESTES. [Who had been cooling, starts and threatens her.] What know you of the Dread Watchers? ANDROMACHE. And there is little glory in the slaying of a woman, and little gain. ORESTES. [Wildly.] What woman? Who are you that taunt me? Priest, is this your witch? ALCIMEDON.