Paris [rapturously]. Human law has given you to Menelaus, but divine law makes you mine.
Helena [in amazement]. What!
Paris. I alone appreciate your beauty. I alone can reach your soul.
Helena. Ah!
Paris. You hate your husband!
Helena [drawing back]. Why do you look at me like that?
Paris. To see if there's one woman in the world who dares tell the truth.
Helena. My husband doesn't understand me.
Paris [with conviction]. I knew you detested him.
Helena. He never listens to my aspirations.