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 * Sel. And if I do,

What matters it? Be all he says thou art, And I will worship thee for being so; Thou art my faith—whate'er my Ethais does Is ever hallowed by his doing it; Thy moral law is mine—for thou art mine: Rob, and I'll scoff at honor; kill—I'll kill; Be perjured, and I'll swear by perjury; Ay, be thou false to me, and I'll proclaim That man forsworn who loves but one alone! My soul is thine—whate'er my faith may be, I'll be its herald; if thou hast no faith, I'll be the high priest of thine unbelief! Thy wisdom's mine; thy folly's thine—
 * Eth. Hush! hush!

Why this is madness!
 * Sel Yes, for this is Love!


 * Dar. Still, still Selene watches Ethais!

For six long hours has she detained the knight Within the dark recesses of her bower,