My master wounded to my master well,
For when he’s well, he’s very well indeed!
(Aside) But stay—here is an essence that will drown
His soul in sleep till I awaken him (taking bottle from pocket).
Shall I? I will! He’ll be much safer so!
(Aloud) There, take the charm, and heal thy Ethais!
Dar. A thousand thanks! Now he indeed is mine!
Lut. Oh! this is inconceivable! Come here (Fairies advance),
D’ ye see these maidens, madam? Hitherto
Thou hast been jealous, but without good cause;