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Well? Well?

Some fruits; they were peaches, I think;—oh, I know not

Fruits! Peaches? Some of those which?

Yes—no—yes; I do not know, my lord; it was two Nubians

Help, help, Oribases!

Alas, I fear

No, no, no!

Hush, gracious lord; she is coming to herself.

[Whispering.] Why did the sun go down? Oh holy mysterious darkness!

Helena! Listen; collect your thoughts

My noble Princess

It is the physician, Helena! [''He takes her hand.''] No, here, where I stand.