Well-loved Darine, take thou this diadem:
Wear it more worthily than I. (Places her coronet on Darine.)
Behold
How royally it rests upon her brow!
My gentle sisterhood, behold your queen! (Fairies bow.)
Let her fair face and form untainted yet
By the iniquity of my default,
Recall the loved Darine of yesterday—
The gentle, loving, maidenly Darine—
Who would have been that loved Darine to-day,