Give me your counsel, Mirza, it will be
As pure, as true, as honest as those eyes.
Mirza. If counsel such as mine can serve you aught,
’Tis thine, dear Zeolide. My sister, speak.
Zeo. With all my soul I love Prince Philamir.
A lady—good and beautiful and wise—
Unwittingly hath robbed me of my love;
She is too pure, too gentle, too divine,
To seek a love that rightly is not hers.
No, no, this lady hath not sought his love—