To throw aside in wrath so fair a prize!
Phil. But listen—I’ve a fairer prize in view.
Mirza—I love you!
Mirza. (shuddering with terror). Spare me, sir, I pray!
Phil. Now by this castle’s mystic influence,
I challenge you to answer truthfully—
Do you love me?
Mirza. (shrinking from him). Have pity, Philamir!
Withdraw your question, I beseech you, sir!
If you insist, I must perforce reply—