When we crossed swords.
Sir Phy.I use no sorcery.
A whirlwind bore me to this cursed spot;
But whence it came I neither know nor care.
Sir Eth. There—gag thy lying tongue; it matters not,
Or here or there we’ll fight our quarrel out.
Come! call thy devils; let them wait at hand
And when I’ve done with thee I’ll do with them.
(They fight. The fairies watch the combat unobserved with great interest.)
Dar. What are they doing?