But she left one thing unsaid: if he will escape when he has come? And I refrained from asking that question clearly; I was so glad when she told me he was safe. She said that he was near this land somewhere, cast up, shipwrecked, with a few friends.Oh, when will you come? How much I long for your arrival!Ah! Who is this? I am not being ambushed by the plots of Proteus’ impious son, am I? Shall I not, like a young racehorse or a worshipper of Bacchus, reach the tomb? There is something wildabout the looks of this man who is hunting me down.MenelaosYou there! the one trying with fearful effort to reach the base of the tomb and the pillars of burnt sacrifice, stay where you are. Why do you flee? I am amazed and speechless at the sight of your body.HelenWomen, I am being ill-treated. This man is keeping me from the tomb, and he wants to take me and give me to the king, whose wooing I was seeking to avoid.MenelaosI am no thief, nor a servant of evil men.HelenAnd yet the clothes you are wearing are unsightly enough.MenelaosPut fear aside and stop your rapid flight.HelenI do so, now that I have reached this spot.MenelaosWho are you? Whom do I see in you, lady?HelenBut who are you? The same reason prompts us both.MenelaosI never saw a closer resemblance.HelenO gods! For the recognizing of friends is a god.MenelaosAre you a woman from Hellas, or a native of this land?