HELENA. Bring me my outer garment and my purse.
[TSUMU exits, her eyes wide on PARIS.]
PARIS. Helena! Helena!
[HELENA looks about her and takes up the papyrus that MENELAUS has flung to the floor.]
HELENA. A last word to the King. [She looks at the papyrus.] No, this won't do; I shall have to take this with me.
PARIS. What is it?
HELENA. Maskanda's discourse on the hip.
[A trumpet sounds below in the courtyard.]
PARIS [excitedly]. Leave it—or your hip may cost me my head. We haven't a minute to spare. Hurry! Hurry!
[HELENA takes up an eyebrow pencil and writes on the back of the papyrus. She looks for a place to put it and seeing the shield she smears it with some of the ointment and sticks the papyrus to it.]