With more discretion than her lover would!
Altem. Phanor, I tell you she loves him not.
I am a woman, with a woman’s tact.
Phan. She says she loves him.
Altem.So indeed she says,
And says no more. Phanor, had I been woo’d
With ardent songs of overwhelming love,
Framed by so fair a poet as Philamir,
It would have turned my giddy woman’s brain,
And thrilled my reason to its very core!