Let that content you. There—I’m not annoyed—
I’ll not be caught again!
Phil. (earnestly).Dear Zeolide,
Indeed I do not jest—nor did I when
You left me in unwarrantable rage.
I love the Lady Mirza—she loves me.
Zeo. (horrified). She told you so?
Phil.Well, no. I’m bound to say
She did not tell me so in open words;
Her love for you restrained her. She’s too good—