Phil. (coming forward). I thank you, Lady Mirza, for those words.
Mirza. (coldly). I little thought that they were overheard.
This is ungenerous, Prince Philamir.
[Bows coldly and exit; Philamir rushes to Zeolide, who receives him very quietly.
Phil. Dear Zeolide, at last we are alone!
Oh, I have longed for this!
Zeo.Indeed! And why?
Phil. And why? We can converse without reserve.
Zeo. What should I say when we are quite alone
That I should leave unsaid were others here?