Eth.Pure?
Pure as thine own!
Sel.Poor, trusting, cheated souls!
[Exeunt together into bower.
Enter Darine, who has overheard the last few lines.
Dar. She leads him willingly into her bower!
Oh! I could curse the eyes that meet his eyes,
The hand that touches his hand, and the lips
That press his lips! And why? I can not tell!
Some unknown fury rages in my soul,