What matters either face—or hers or thine—
When weighed against this outrage on my fame?
Dar. Give me this ring, and thou shalt have the charm.
Eth. ’Tis thine. And now, Sir Phyllon, take good heed!
Enter Selene from bower.
Sel. Darine! Thou here, alone with Ethais!
No, no. I will not doubt—
Dar.Doubt whom thou wilt!
Thou hypocrite! thou shameless hypocrite!
Thou wretched victim of thine own designs.