That ever burnt in love-sick woman’s breast,
Why hast thou done this thing?
Lut.She does not quail
Beneath her injured Lutin’s outraged eye, (she goes up to Ethais)
But calmly asks him why he’s done this thing!
Dar. Say, is he dead? Come—answer quickly!
Lut.Well,
He’s dead to all intents and purposes.
Dar. How has he injured thee?
Lut.He hasn’t as yet;