CHARLES: O, Eve new-burst on Eden,
All pure with the prime beauty of God's breath,
Was not so!
ANTONIO: She is Helena?--the Greek?
CHARLES: She--Still you do not ail?--Yes, Helena,
Who--But you are not well and cannot share
This ravishment!--I will not ask it--now.
This ravishment!--Ah, she has stayed the tread
And stilled the whispering of death: has called
Echoes of youth from me! and all I feared....
I think--you are not well. Shall we go in?