Have no tidings come of the possible arrival of Peleus?MaidHe is too old to help thee if he came.AndromacheAnd yet I sent for him more than once.MaidSurely thou dost not suppose that any of thy messengers heed thee?AndromacheWhy should they? Wilt thou then go for me?MaidHow shall I explain my long absence from the house?AndromacheThou art a woman; thou canst invent a hundred ways.MaidThere is a risk, for Hermione keeps no careless guard.AndromacheDost look to that? Thou art disowning thy friends in distress.MaidNot so; never taunt me with that. I will go, for of a truth a woman and a slave is not of much account, e’en if aught befall, me.AndromacheGo then, while I will tell to heaven the lengthy tale of lamentation, mourning, and weeping, that has ever been my hard lot; for ’tis woman’s way to delight in present misfortunes