That you’ve a certain girlish prettiness,
Although your nose is sadly underbred.
(Aside) That’s rather neat!
Azèma.Are you Prince Philamir?
Chrys. Not I, indeed, fair lady. This is he—The most conceited coxcomb in the world (with an elaborate bow to Philamir, who starts angrily).
No thanks—indeed ’tis true.
Azèma. (to Chrysal). Then go your way—
I don’t want you! I only want the prince.
’Twas Philamir I came to captivate.
Chrys. Here’s candor if you like!