About my temples, thou wouldst never thus
Have hid thy passion.
Al.Tho’thou hast stolen from me
A privilege to love me, I deny thee
The liberty to judge me and reprove.
Sa. Ever, when thou hast bidden my love be dumb,
My tongue hath been obedient: but my anger,
My jealousy will speak. How gottest thou this?
Al. Question not so, or I will never tell.
Sa. Have pity, Almeh, and tell me.