Look in these eyes—they do not burn for thee;
Behold this form—that thou shalt never clasp—
Gaze on these lips—thou shalt not press them, sir!
And tell me, now, that Ethais loves me not!
Oh! had I but the power to heal his wound,
And free him from her hated company!
Phy. Were Lutin here, he would assist thy plan.
Dar. Lutin?
Phy.His henchman, and a cunning leech;
He has a charm—a potent talisman—