Dar.Ay, sir, to me—a minute since.
Eth. Oh, Phyllon! Coward? Why, a dozen times
We two have fought our battles side by side;
And I’m to quail and blanch, forsooth, because
We two, at last, are fighting face to face?
Oh, curses on the wound! Were Lutin here,
My sword-arm soon would be in gear again.
Dar. Lutin is here.
Eth. (amazed).Here? Lutin?
Dar.Yes. Behold! (Shows flask.)