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Menelaus.

A straw couch—hapless, what is this to thee?


Helen.

Fleeing this marriage I am suppliant here.


Menelaus.

No altar nigh?—or this the alien's wont? 800


Helen.

As well this warded me as fanes of Gods.


Menelaus.

May I not bear thee home, then, overseas?


Helen.

The sword awaits thee rather than my couch.


Menelaus.

Then were I of all men unhappiest.


Helen.

Now think not shame to flee from this land forth. 805


Menelaus.

And leave thee?—I, who sacked Troy for thy sake!


Helen.

Better than that my couch should be thy death.


Menelaus.

Tush—craven promptings these, unworthy Troy!

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