Mirza.Would, my lord, I could.
To spare the Queen I would be silent, but
Some unknown power masters me, and makes
Me own, against my will, that it was so!
Altem. There, sir—you hear her words!
Phan. (aside to Gélanor).Why, Gélanor,
How’s this? The talisman is out of gear!
(Showing box to Gélanor).
Gélan. Let me examine it. (Takes it and returns it.) A forgery!
A clever imitation; virtueless!