Analytikos [to Tsumu]. Quick, send a messenger. Find out who he was.
[Tsumu sticks the third purse in her bosom and runs out.]
Menelaus [with radiant happiness, kneeling before the bust of Zeus]. Ye Gods, I thank ye. Peace and a happy life at last.
[The shouts in the courtyard grow louder.]
Analytikos. The news has spread through the palace.
Menelaus [in trepidation, springing up]. No one would dare stop the progress of the Queen.
Tsumu [rushes in and prostrates herself before the King]. Woe is me! They have gone by the road to the harbor.
Menelaus [anxiously]. Yes! Yes!
Tsumu. By the King's orders no man has dared gaze upon Her Majesty. They all fell prostrate before her.
Menelaus. Good! Good! [Attempting to cover his delight.] Go! Go! You garrulous dog.