I have no reason to murder anyone. And no one left to murder. One of Aegeus's slaves approaches us, somewhat wary. The foreign witch and the bewitched king, that is how he sees us. Not an alien outcast, and the man who owns his life and body.
Men are fools.
They do not call him my husband. Just another poor, helpless Greek bewitched by the foreign woman. You may go. I watch him withdraw, vaguely wondering how he expected me to react. Silently, I give thanks to Hera.