Prejudge God’s will. His blessing aid thy words.
[Exit Zapel.
I said there’s hope. ’Twas hope that bade me lie,
For none I see. And this is misery,
To cherish consolations, and be happy
Doing the loathèd thing. Am I content
To bear a letter of Almeh’s to her lover?
Allah is great. My best desire is only
To save her,—my one hope that the prince should yield:
And no persuasion but her love will move him.