When Psyche sees my face, I’m confident
She’ll recognize her brother Florian.
Let’s make a virtue of necessity,
And trust our secret to her gentle care. (Hilarion assents.)
(aloud) Psyche! Why don’t you know me——Florian?
(Psyche amazed.)
Psyche. Why, Florian!
Flori.My sister!
Psyche.Oh, my dear,
What are you doing here—and who are these?