But I’ve no taste for such alarming joys.
I can’t help thinking of my lost Darine,
She was so much too good for me, and now
I am so much too good for her!
Zay.Alas!
Dost thou love her?
Lut.I can’t help loving her.
Zay. Dismiss the worthless creature from thy thoughts.
I know her well—she don’t deserve thy love!
She always was a very wicked girl.