That my unequaled cunning could suggest.
Chrys. (amazed). And you admit this to my very face?
Zor. (cordially). With pleasure, Chrysal. I have sought in vain,
By daily blackening your character,
To sicken pretty Palmis of her love.
I’ve told her you’re an unexampled rake,
A gambler and a spendthrift, mean, poor, base,
Selfish and sordid; cruel, tyrannical;
But all in vain, she loves you all the more.
(Taking his hand) Forget the angry words you spoke to-day;