PARIS [rushing to the window and pointing to the distance]. And climb to infinite poesie!
HELENA [catching his enthusiasm, says very blandly]. There is nothing in the world like poetry.
PARIS [lyrically]. Have you ever heard the poignant breathing of the stars?
HELENA. No. I don't believe in astrology.
PARIS. Have you ever smelt the powdery mists of the sun?
HELENA. I should sneeze myself to death.
PARIS. Have you ever listened to the sapphire soul of the sea?
HELENA. Has the sea a soul? But please don't stop talking. You do it so beautifully.
PARIS. Deeds are sweeter than words. Shall we go hand in hand to meet eternity?
HELENA [not comprehending him]. That's very pretty. Say it again.