HELENA
Wherefore the time recall of that half-widowhood,
And what destruction dire to me therefrom hath grown!
PHORKYAS
That voyage unto me, a free-born dame of Crete,
Hath also capture brought, and weary servitude.
HELENA
As stewardess forthwith, he did appoint thee here,
With much intrusted,—fort and treasure boldly won.
PHORKYAS
All which thou didst forsake, by Ilion's tower-girt town
Allured, and by the joys, the exhaustless joys of love.
HELENA
Remind me not of joys: No, an infinitude
Of all too bitter woe o'erwhelm'd my heart and brain.