Orestes.
Like those two stars that men call Helen's brethren, immortal, never fading——
Hermione.
Oh, I am fading fast, but, perchance, if the spell were off me——
Orestes.
Nay, you shall never fade. There is a blue sunlit island, waterless, desolate—Hear me, daughter of Helen, ageless and deathless!
Hermione.
I hear.
Orestes.