Forgive me, for in truth I love you well!
Phil. (embracing her fondly). But my remark did not apply to you;
I spoke of Lady Mirza.
Zeo. (recoiling).Mirza?
Phil.Yes,
I’m quite convinced she loves me!
Zeo.Philamir,
You should not jest with such a sacred word.
You’ve played your joke upon me and you’ve seen
How readily I fell into the trap;