Enter Darine, who goes to Ethais. She overhears what follows.
I have a potion that will heal his wounds;
She begged it of me, but I cheated her,
And put into her hands a sleeping draught.
By this time he’s as helpless as the dead,
And she may shout until she wakes the dead,
Before she wakes him!
(Darine comes forward. Exit Zayda, in terror.)
Dar. (down).Why, thou envious churl—
Thou wanton trifler with the purest fire