Helena—How would you have me treat you?
Storm—There was one night when you seemed to know, have you forgotten? A storm was coming up, the clouds were rolling overhead—and you, you yourself started it. You kissed me.
Helena—You say it was about to storm?
Storm—Yes.
Helena—It even looked like rain?
Storm—Yes.
Helena—[Quickly in a different voice.] It was a dark night, and I ended it.
Storm—What have I done?
Helena—You have neglected to make any beginning in the world—can I help that?
Storm—I offer you a clean heart.