Don’t send for Zayda—I’m a married man!
[Exit.
Dar. He wakes! He lives—my own, own Ethais!
Eth. (awaking). Why—where am I? Have I then been asleep?
Dar. Indeed thou hast! See, thou must soon return
To yonder earth—I’ve much to say to thee.
Eth. But how came I to sleep? I recollect!
Thou gavest me a potion, and I—(Sees Phyllon)
Ha! (Flies at his throat.)
So I’m a cur, Sir Liar, and my wound