Oh, Zeolide, go, get you hence away,
For I have words for Phanor that ’twere best
His daughter did not hear.
Zeo.My father comes.
Re-enter Phanor and Mirza.
Altem. Now, sir, I’ve every reason to believe,
From what I’ve heard, that you’re deceiving me!
I’ll question you—oh, infamous old man!
Phan. (aside). The Queen is jealous. Where’s my talisman?
(finds it.)