I want thy love—yes, Ethais, thy love;
That priceless love that thou hast lavished on
My worthless sister.
Eth.On Selene?
Dar.Yes,
Thou lovest her—and dost thou think that I
Will save thy life for her?
Eth.Selene? Bah!
True, she is fair. Well, thou art also fair.
What does it matter—her fair face or thine?