Mirza.No, Zeolide,
I’ve learnt to bear my sorrow silently.
But for the sacred genius of this spot,
Whose influence no mortal can resist,
My secret would have passed away with me.
But I was true to you; for though I saw
How coldly you received his vows of love—
Zeo. (rising astonished). Coldly! Why, every word he spoke to me
Rang through my brain, and would have waked up love
Had love been dead!