Antonio: Now; again?
Helena: 'Twas on this temple's ancient gate she found
Wounded Adonis dead, and to forget,
Like Sappho leaped, 'tis said, from yonder cliff
Down to the waves' oblivion below.
Antonio: And will you read such terror in a tale?
Helena: Forgive me, then.
Antonio: Surely you are unstrung,
And yet there is—— (Turns away from her.)
Helena: Is what? Antonio?
Antonio: Nothing: I who must ebb with you and flow
A little was moved.
Helena: Not you, not you! I'll change
My tears to laughter, if but fantasy
May so unmettle you! Not moved, indeed!
Not moved, Antonio?
Antonio: Well, let us off,
My Helena, with these numb awes that wind
About our joy.
Helena: Thy kiss then, for it can
Drive all gloom out of the world!