ANTONIO: And yet?
HELENA: I'll hold you not too false
If sometimes they trip out upon your lips.
ANTONIO: Or to my father's eye?
HELENA: If he but look
Upon me for thy sake.
ANTONIO: He smiled, you say?
HELENA: Gently, as one might in forgetting pain.
ANTONIO: Perhaps: for some unwonted softness seems
Near him. But yesterday he called for song,
Dancing and wine.
HELENA: Then tell him! These are years
So dyed in crime that secrecy must seem
Yoke-mate of guilt.
ANTONIO: Fear has bewitched you--shame!
HELENA: Antonio, love's wave has cast us high
I would do all lest now it turn to fate
Under our feet and draw us out----
ANTONIO: 'Twill not!
_Enter PAULA._
PAULA: My lady, some one comes.
HELENA: And is the world
Not space enough but he must needs come here!
If it were----?
ANTONIO: Haemon?--'Twere perhaps not ill.
HELENA: I know not! Broodings smoulder from his moods
Feverous bitter.
ANTONIO: Kindness then shall quench them.
But now, away. Forget this dread and be you
By day my lark, by night my nightingale,
Not a sad bird of boding!
HELENA: With the day
All will be well.
ANTONIO: Remember then you are
Only a little slept from your life's shore
Out on the infinite of love, whose air
Is awe and mystery.
HELENA: I go, my lord.
Think of me oft!
ANTONIO (_taking her in his arms_): My Helena!
(_She goes with PAULA. He steps aside and watches the
approaching forms._)
'Tis Haemon!
My father!
_Enter CHARLES friendly, with HAEMON._
CHARLES: So, no farther? you'll stop here?