PARIS. Egoist.
HELENA [assuming an irresistible pose]. I'm tired of being only lovely. He doesn't realize the meaning of spiritual intercourse, of soul communion.
PARIS. Fool!
HELENA. You dare call Moo Moo a fool?
PARIS. Has he not been too blind to see that your soul outshines your beauty? [Then, very dramatically.] You're stifling!
HELENA [clearing her throat]. I—I————
PARIS. He has made you sit upon your wings. [HELENA, jumping up, shifts her position.] You are groping in the darkness.
HELENA. Don't be silly. It's very light in here.
PARIS [undisturbed]. You are stumbling, and I have come to lead you. [He steps toward her.]
HELENA. Stop right there! [PARIS stops.] No man but the King can come within ten feet of me. It's a court tradition.