Helena [relieved]. Ah! Do you think so, Tsumu?
Tsumu. All Sparta knows that His Majesty is a lover of peace, and yet he would rush into battle to save you.
Helena. I should love to have men fighting for me.
Tsumu [in high alarm]. May Zeus turn a deaf ear to your voice.
Helena. Don't be impertinent, Tsumu. I've got to have some sort of amusement.
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?