A mean and miserable hate of all,[Enter Phyllon unobserved.
Who interpose between my love and me!
What devil doth possess me?
Phy.Jealousy!
Dar. Perhaps—what matters how the fiend is called?
Phy. But wherefore art thou jealous? Tell me, now,
Have I done aught to cause this jealousy?
Dar. Thou! Dost thou love me?
Phy.Love thee? Tenderly!
I love all pretty girls, on principle.