Helena. I hope you haven't forgotten the chiropodist.
Tsumu. He has been commanded but he's always late. He's so busy.
Helena [in a purring tone to Menelaus]. Moo Moo.
[Menelaus, bored, turns away.]
Helena [to Tsumu]. I think after all I'll wear my Sicily blue.
[She and Tsumu go into the Queen's apartment.]
Analytikos. Shall we go back to the library?
Menelaus. My mind is unhinged again—that woman with her endless protestations.
Analytikos. I am sorry the poets no longer divert you.
Menelaus. A little poetry is always too much.