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ANDROMACHE.
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Andromache.

Cannot thy hungry jealousy hold its peace? 240


Hermione.

Why? Stands not this right first with women ever?


Andromache.

With whom it is for honour: else, 'tis shame.


Hermione.

We live not under laws barbaric here.


Andromache.

There, even as here, the foul deed brings disgrace.


Hermione.

Keen-witted! keen!—yet shalt thou surely die. 245


Andromache.

Seest thou the eye of Thetis turned on thee?


Hermione.

In hate of thy land for Achilles' blood.


Andromache.

Helen slew him, not I; thy mother—thine!


Hermione.

And wilt thou dare yet deeper prick mine hurt?


Andromache.

Lo, I am silent, and I curb my mouth. 250