Helena. The ointment!
Paris [rushing to the window and pointing to the distance]. And climb to infinite poesie!
Helena [catching his enthusiasm, says very blandly]. There is nothing in the world like poetry.
Paris [lyrically]. Have you ever heard the poignant breathing of the stars?
Helena. No. I don't believe in astrology.
Paris. Have you ever smelt the powdery mists of the sun?
Helena. I should sneeze myself to death.
Paris. Have you ever listened to the sapphire soul of the sea?
Helena. Has the sea a soul? But please don't stop talking. You do it so beautifully.
Paris. Deeds are sweeter than words. Shall we go hand in hand to meet eternity?