Lut. Then thou art not my wife?
Dar.Not I, indeed! (Lutin kisses her.)
I am a fairy. Be thou reassured;
Thy wife is on the earth (kisses her again)—Give me the charm
To cure my Ethais, and sit thee down (he gives it to her),
And I will send for Zayda and Locrine,
And thou shalt talk of love to both of them.
Lut. Well no—upon the whole—I’d rather not.
(Darine administers the potion to Ethais, who gradually revives.)
I have reformed, Darine, and had I not,