[A trumpet sounds below in the courtyard.]
Paris [excitedly]. Leave it—or your hip may cost me my head. We haven't a minute to spare. Hurry! Hurry!
[Helena takes up an eyebrow pencil and writes on the back of the papyrus. She looks for a place to put it and seeing the shield she smears it with some of the ointment and sticks the papyrus to it.]
Paris [watching her in ecstasy]. You are the fairest of all fair women and your name will blaze as a symbol throughout eternity.
[Tsumu enters with the purse and the Queen's outer robe.]
Helena [tossing the purse to Paris]. Here, we may need this.
Paris [throwing it back to Tsumu]. This for your silence, daughter of darkness. A prince has no need of purses.
Tsumu [looking at him]. A prince!
Helena [gloriously]. My prince of poetry. My deliverer!
Paris [divinely]. My queen of love!