My wife!
Zay.Thy wife? This is Darine!
Lut.I know!
(They detain him). Be quiet—don’t—oblige me—let me go!
Do not suppose, my love, that these bold girls
Are friends of mine.
Dar.Come, I would speak with thee—
Lut. Allow me to explain.
Dar.Attend to me.
Say, dost thou love thy master, Ethais?