I’m weary of my liking. She displays
So much unreasonable petulance,
Such causeless anger—such unbridled wrath,
That I’m resolved to break the weary link
That binds us. I’ll be free to love again. (Taking Mirza’s hand)
Mirza. (releasing herself). Oh, Philamir! Oh, shame upon you, sir.
She loves you! You are loved by Zeolide!
Why there’s a heaven opened to your eyes,
And you’ll not enter, Philamir! Oh, shame
To blight so true a heart as hers! Oh, fool,