I charge you, on your knighthood, press me not!
(Philamir pauses, struggling with his feelings.)
Phil. (releasing her). My Lady Mirza, you are free to go.
[Exit Mirza hastily.
How subtly works the mystic influence,
That all seem subject to,—excepting me!
And from the fearful ordeal only one
Of all the women here comes out unscathed.
The peerless Mirza—good, and wise, and pure,
Most excellent and unapproachable!