Have reason to be sure of half as much!
Zeo. But then his love for Mirza!
Altem.Idle pique!
No doubt he hoped—as other lovers hope—
In the fierce whirlpool of a new-born love
To drown remembrance of the love just dead.
Here comes the Lady Mirza! We will go,
And leave you with her. Tell her every thing;
She is a noble lady—wise and pure!
She will not rob you of your Philamir.