Leontes.
The Emperor gives her to you, my lord! He gives you his beloved sister, for whom Gallus Caesar begged in vain.
Julian.
Helena to me! The unattainable attained!—But she, Leontes——?
Leontes.
At my departure he took the Princess by the hand and led her to me. A flush of maiden blood swept over her lovely cheeks, she cast down her eyes, and said: “Greet my dear kinsman, and let him know that he has ever been the man whom——”
Julian.
Go on, Leontes!
Leontes.
These words were all she spoke, the modest and pure woman.