A handsome, ranting, jealous, clacking shrew;
And he, by means of this tom-fool disguise,
Has ’scaped his home to play the truant here;
Lut. Who are these men?
Sel.The mortal counterparts
Of Ethais and Phyllon. Look at them! (Crosses to Lutin.)
Dost thou not love them?
Lut. (indignantly).No!
Sel.How very strange!
Why we all loved them from the very first.