Vav.Oh, gentle Heaven,
I have more happiness than I can bear!
[Exit Vavir.
Flor. Poor soul, what shall I say? To tell her now
Would be to kill her!
[Pauses irresolute, then exit.
Enter Mousta, watching them.
Mous. Oh, ho! young knight! I’m sorry for Vavir!
Well, it concerns me not: the girl is fair;
And traps are set for her because she’s fair,