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Menelaus.

No robber I, nor minister of wrong!


Helen.

Yet wild attire about thy form thou hast.


Menelaus.

Put fears away, and stay thy hurrying foot! 555


Helen (grasping the altar).

I stay, since now I cling unto this spot.


Menelaus.

Who art thou, lady? Whose the face I see?


Helen.

Who thou? The selfsame cause have I to ask.


Menelaus.

Never yet saw I form more like to hers!


Helen.

Gods!—for God moves in recognition of friends. 560


Menelaus.

A Greek art thou, or daughter of the land?


Helen.

A Greek; thy nation too I fain would learn.


Menelaus.

Thou art very Helen, lady, to mine eyes.

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