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Rh A strange, odd, faithful, loving, timid knave; More dog than man, and, like a well-thrashed hound, He loves his master's voice, and dreads it, too. Why, here he is! (In intense astonishment.)
 * Lut. Who is this insolent,

A mortal here in fairy land?
 * Log. Yes, two!
 * Lut. Oh, this is outrage!
 * Eth. (crossing to him). Why, thou scurvy knave,

How cam'st thou here? Thou didst not come with us! What is the meaning of this masquerade?

Be off at once; if I could use my arm, I'd whip thee for this freak, but as it is, I'll hand thee over to that wife of thine; Her hand is heavier than mine. (To Sel.) This churl (So rumor saith) is mated to a shrew; A handsome, ranting, jealous, clacking shrew; And he, by means of this tom-fool disguise, Has 'scaped his home to play the truant here;
 * Lut. Who are these men?
 * Sel. The mortal counterparts

Of Ethais and Phyllon. Look at them! (Crosses to .) Dost thou not love them?
 * Lut. (indignantly). No!
 * Sel. How very strange!

Why we all loved them from the very first.