Sel. Thou here? and with Darine!
Eth.Stay, hear me out!
It’s true I’ve trifled with thy love, but then
Thy love is not as mortal woman’s love.
I did not know that it would move thee thus?
Sel. Thou didst not know!
Art thou so dull that thou canst understand
No pain that is not wreaked upon thy frame?
Hast thou no knowledge of the form of woe
That comes of cheated hopes and trampled hearts?