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: Who is it? soldiers come From Arta? ANTONIO: Yes. HELENA: And by this road!--They must Not see us! ANTONIO: No. But quick, within this breach! (_They conceal themselves in the breach. The soldiers pass across the stage. The last, as all shout "DI TOCCA!" strikes a column near him. It falls, and HELENA starts forward shuddering._) HELENA: Fallen! Ah, fallen! See, Antonio! ANTONIO: What now! HELENA (_swaying_): It is as if the earth were wind Under my feet! ANTONIO: Are all things thus become Omen and dread to you? HELENA: O, but it is The pillar grieving Venus leant upon Ere to forget she leapt, and wrote, When falls this pillar tall and proud Let surest lovers weave their shroud. ANTONIO: Mere myth! HELENA: The shroud! It coldly winds about us--coldly! ANTONIO: Should a vain hap so desperately move you? HELENA: The breath and secret soul of all this night Are burdened with foreboding! And it seems-- ANTONIO: You must not, Helena! HELENA: My love, my lord-- Touch me lest I forget my natural flesh In this unnatural awe! (_He takes her to him._) Ah how thy arms Warm the cold moan and misery of fear Out of my veins! ANTONIO: You rave, but in me stir Again the attraction of these dim portents. Nay, quiver not! 'tis but a passing mist, And this that runs in us is worthless dread! HELENA: But ah, the shroud! the shroud! ANTONIO: We'll weave no shroud, But wedding robes and wreaths and pageantry! And you shall be my Sappho--but through joys Such as shall legend ecstasy about Our knitted names when distant lovers dream. HELENA: I'll fear no more, then---- ANTONIO: Yet? HELENA: My lord, let us Unloose this strangling secrecy and be Open in love. My brother, Haemon, let Our hearts betrothed exchange and hope be told Him and thy father! ANTONIO: This cannot be--now HELENA: It cannot be, and you a god? I'll bow Before your eyes no more!--say that it can! ANTONIO: Not yet--not now. Haemon's suspicious, quick, And melancholy: must be won with service. And you are Greek, a name till yesterday I never knew pass in the
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