[Exit Selene.
Dar. No, not for thee, good sister, for myself!
[Exit Darine.
(Hurried music. Enter Mortal Lutin over edge of precipice, staggering on the stage as if violently impelled from below.)
Lut. What ho! help! help! Where am I? Not on earth,
For I remember that a friendly cloud
Enveloped me, and whirled me through the air,
Just as my fair, but able-bodied, wife,
Began to lay my staff about my ears!
[Enter Neodie, Leila, Locrine, and others.