Zor. But—
Altem.Go!
Zor. (piteously). I’m sure I don’t know what I’ve done!
[Exeunt Zoram and Queen Altemire.
Enter Philamir,—Zeolide runs to him and embraces him—he turns away.
Zeo. My love, is Philamir unhappy?
Phil.Yes.
I have heard people talking of our troth,
And prophesying that it will soon cease.
Zeo. Indeed! They think you do not love me, then?