Lut.And when you do begin,
You fairies make up for the time you’ve lost!
(The Fairies enter with fruit. He sits up. They group about him.)
Neo. Hast thou a wife?
Lut.Well, yes—that is—down there—
Up here I am a bachelor—as yet.
Zay. (offended). As yet! Be good enough to recollect
That we are good, and pure, and maidenly—
So prithee guard that errant tongue of thine.
Loc. And does she love thee?