TSUMU. You've only to wait till next week, and you can see another of the priestesses sacrificed to Diana.
HELENA. That doesn't interest me any longer. The girls are positively beginning to like it. No! My mind is set on war.
TSUMU [terrified]. I have five fathers of my children to lose.
HELENA. War, or—or——
TSUMU [hopefully]. Have I been so long your slave that I no longer know your wish?
HELENA [very simply]. Well, I should like to have a lover.
TSUMU [springs up and rushes over in horror to draw the curtains across the door to the library. All of a tremble]. Gods grant they didn't hear you.
HELENA. Don't be alarmed, Tsumu. Analytikos is over eighty. [She bursts into a loud peal of laughter and MENELAUS rushes into the room.]
MENELAUS [in high irritation]. I wish you wouldn't make so much noise in here. A King might at least expect quiet in his own palace.
HELENA. Tsumu, see if my bath is ready. [TSUMU exits.] You used not speak like that to me, Moo Moo.