You?
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.
PARIS. Egoist.
HELENA [assuming an irresistible pose]. I'm tired of being only
lovely. He doesn't realize the meaning of spiritual intercourse,
of soul communion.
PARIS. Fool!
HELENA. You dare call Moo Moo a fool?
PARIS. Has he not been too blind to see that your soul outshines
your beauty? [Then, very dramatically.] You're stifling!
HELENA [clearing her throat]. I -- I --------
PARIS. He has made you sit upon your wings. [HELENA, jumping up,
shifts her position.] You are groping in the darkness.
HELENA. Don't be silly. It's very light in here.
PARIS [undisturbed].
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