Original Plays [First Series]

by W. S. Gilbert

I’d not have pardoned thee!

Phy.No, women don’t.

Dar. (impatiently). But dost thou understand? I love thee not.

I, whom thou lovest, Phyllon, love thee not—

Nay, more, I love another—Ethais!

Thou hast a rival, and a favored one.

Dost thou not hear me?

Phy. (surprised).Yes; I’m deeply pained.

Dar. (delighted). Thou art?

Phy. Of course. What wouldst thou have me do?