Helen: Evil into good transformed hath brought us twain together at
last, dear husband; but late though it be, God grant me joy of my
good luck!
Menelaus: God grant thee joy! I join thee in the self-same prayer;
for of us twain one cannot suffer without the other.
Helen: No more, my friends, I mourn the past; no longer now I grieve.
My own dear husband is restored to me, whose coming from Troy I have
waited many a long year.
Menelaus: I to thee, and thou to me. And after these long, long years
I have at last discovered the fraud of the goddess. But these tears,
in gladness shed, are tears of thankfulness rather than of sorrow.
Helen: What can I say? What mortal heart could e'er have had such
hope? To my bosom I press thee, little as I ever thought to.
Menelaus: And I to mine press thee, who all men thought hadst gone
to Ida's town and the hapless towers of Ilium.
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