ANTONIO: Good-night.
HELENA (_returning_): Antonio----?
ANTONIO: Ah! still----?
HELENA: There's gloom in the world again.
ANTONIO (_kissing her_): 'Tis gone?
HELENA: Not all, I think.
ANTONIO: Two for so small a gloom?
(_Kisses her again._)
HELENA: So small!
ANTONIO: And still you sigh?
HELENA: The vainest glooms
To-night seem ominous--as cloud-flakes flung
Upward before the heaving of the west.
(_In fright_) Oh!
ANTONIO: Helena!
HELENA: See, see! 'tis Agabus!
_Enter AGABUS unkempt and distracted._
AGABUS: O--lovers! lovers! Lord have none of them!