(To Mirza) Haven’t I offered love to you?
Mirza.You have.
Phan. And you despise me, don’t you?
Mirza.Heartily.
Phan. (to Altemire). I told you so, and she indorses it.
Believe me, I am bound to speak the truth!
Altem. (bitterly). I do believe you.
Phan. (taking her by the hand). Thank you, Altemire.
Altem. Stand off, don’t touch me, horrible old man!
You tell me you’ve made love to Mirza?