Menelaus [with unbudgeable conviction]. Helena must elope with him!
Analytikos [falling into a seat]. Ye Gods!
Menelaus [quietly]. I couldn't divorce the Queen. That would set a bad example.
Analytikos. Yes, very.
Menelaus. I couldn't desert her. That would be beneath my honor.
Analytikos [deeply]. Was there no other way?
Menelaus [pompously]. The King can do no wrong, and besides I hate the smell of blood. Are you a prophet as well as a scholar? Will she go?
Analytikos. To-night I will read the stars.
Menelaus [meaningfully]. By to-night I'll not need you to tell me. [Analytikos sits deep in thought.] Well?
Analytikos. Ethics cite no precedent.