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My Helena! What has befallen you?

Myrrha, Myrrha! Save me from the women, Myrrha!

[Entering from the back.] What horror do I hear? Is it true? Ah!

Helena! My love, light of my life!

Away from me! Oh sweet Jesus, help!

[She half swoons among the slave-girls.

She is raving. What can it be, Oribases?—See—see her eyes, how large!

[To .] What has the Princess taken? What has she been eating or drinking?

Ah, you think?

Answer, women; what have you given the Princess

We? Oh nothing, I swear; she herself