Leontes.
Oh, my lord, so odious a suspicion——
Julian.
My brother’s body can scarce have mouldered yet.
Leontes.
I can silence all doubt. [Taking out a paper.] This letter from the Emperor, which I had thought to hand you in private——
Julian.
A letter? What does he write?——
[He opens the paper and reads.
Ah, Helena! Oh, Leontes! Helena,—Helena to me!