Why should he live when he at will can die?
Lut. Why, that’s the most inexplicable thing.
I’ve seen upon that inconsistent globe—
With swords and daggers hanging at their sides,
With drowning seas and rivers at their feet,
With deadly poison in their very grasp,
And every implement of death at hand—
Men live—and live—and seem to like to live!
[Exit Lutin.
Dar. How strangely inconsistent!