Our argument where it was broken off,
And let thy devils whirl me where they may,
I’ll reach conclusion and corollary.
Dar. (looking at Phyllon). Oh, fairyhood!
How wonderfully like our Phyllon!
Sel. (looking at Ethais).Yes.
And see—how strangely like our Ethais.
Thou hast a gallant carriage, gentle knight. (Sighing.)
Zay. How very, very like our Ethais.
Eth. It’s little wonder that I’m like myself;