his eye? Tell me.

HELENA: The monk--
Ah, chide me not!--mad Agabus, who can
Unsphere dark spirits from their evil airs
And show all things of love or death, seized me
As hither I stole to thee. With wild looks
And wilder lips he vented on my ear
Boding more wild than both. "Sappho!" he cried,
"Sappho! Sappho!" and probed my eyes as if
Destiny moved dark-visaged in their deeps.
Then tore his rags and moaned, "So young, to cease!"
Gazed then out into awful vacancy;
And whispered hotly, following his gaze,
"The Shadow! Shadow!"

ANTONIO: This is but a whim,
A sudden gloomy surge of superstition.
Put it from you, my Helena.

HELENA: But he
Has often cleft the future with his ken,
Seen through it to some lurking misery
And mar of love: or the dim knell of death
Heard and revealed.

ANTONIO: A witless monk who thinks
God lives but to fulfil his prophecies!

HELENA: You know him not. 'Tis told in youth he loved
One treacherous, and in avenge made fierce
Treaty with Hell that lends him sight of all
Ills that arise from it to mated hearts!
Yet look not so, my lord! I'll trust thine eyes
That tell me love is master of all times,
And thou of all love master!

ANTONIO: And of thee?
Then will the winds return unto the night
And flute us lover songs of happiness!

HELENA: Nor dare upon a duller note while here
We tryst beneath the moon?

ANTONIO: My perfect Greek!
Athene looks again out of thy lids,
And Venus trembles in thy every limb!

HELENA: Not Venus, ah, not Venus!

ANTONIO: Now; again?

HELENA: 'Twas on this temple's ancient gate she found
Wounded Adonis dead, and to forget,
Like Sappho leaped, 'tis said, from yonder cliff
Down to the waves' oblivion below.

ANTONIO: And will you read such terror in a tale?

HELENA: Forgive me, then.

ANTONIO: Surely you are unstrung,
And yet there is---- (_Turns away from her._)

HELENA: Is what? Antonio?

ANTONIO: Nothing: I who must ebb with you and flow
A little was moved.

HELENA: Not you, not you! I'll change
My tears to laughter, if but fantasy
May so unmettle you! Not moved, indeed!
Not moved, Antonio?

ANTONIO: