Sel. (Looking at it).No, no, no!
It is a counterfeit—no, no, Darine!
The punishments of Heaven are merciful. (Takes Ethais’s hand to kiss it; she sees that the ring is not there.)
Oh, Ethais!
Is that the ring with which I plighted thee?
Eth. Ay, that’s the bauble. I have naught to say.
Sel. (To Dar.) It fell from him—where didst thou find it, speak?
Eth. I sold it for a charm that I might have
An arm to flog a lying cur withal;
A traitor devil, whose false breath had blurred