Antonio: Ah! still——?
Helena: There's gloom in the world again.
Antonio (kissing her): 'Tis gone?
Helena: Not all, I think.
Antonio: Two for so small a gloom?
(Kisses her again.)
Helena: So small!
Antonio: And still you sigh?
Helena: The vainest glooms
To-night seem ominous—as cloud-flakes flung
Upward before the heaving of the west.
(In fright) Oh!
Antonio: Helena!
Helena: See, see! 'tis Agabus!