I love thee, Ethais, and doubt thee not!
Still it were better that he saw but me.
(Ethais has entered unperceived from bower and overheard the last three lines. He is very pale and weak, and his arm is in a sling.)
Eth. Selene, I am weak—give me thine hand.
Sel. My love, thou shouldst not yet have left thy couch!
Come—thou hast need of rest.
Eth.No, let me stay.
The air revives me—I am strong again.
And so, thou trustest me?
Sel.In truth I do! (Sits by his side.)