TSUMU [hopefully]. Have I been so long your slave that I no longer know
your wish?
HELENA [very simply]. Well, I should like to have a lover.
TSUMU [springs up and rushes over in horror to draw the curtains across
the door to the library. All of a tremble]. Gods grant they didn't hear
you.
HELENA. Don't be alarmed, Tsumu. Analytikos is over eighty. [She bursts
into a loud peal of laughter and MENELAUS rushes into the room.]
MENELAUS [in high irritation]. I wish you wouldn't make so much noise in
here. A King might at least expect quiet in his own palace.
HELENA. Tsumu, see if my bath is ready. [TSUMU exits.] You used not
speak like that to me, Moo Moo.
MENELAUS [in a temper]. How many times must I tell you that my name is
Menelaus and that it isn't "Moo Moo?"