Against my unoffending happiness;
But I will thwart thy schemes. Sir Phyllon comes! [Enter Phyllon.
Come hither, Phyllon—come to me, fair knight!
Say, dost thou love me still?
Phy.Indeed I do!
Dar. (To Lutin.) Thou hearest him—he loves me!
(To Phyll.) Tenderly?
Phy. Most tenderly! (Embracing her.)
Dar.He loves most tenderly!
He is awake!