Mirza.I thought you loved him not.
But though I grieved for him, yet when he spake
(As he at times would speak) of our old love,
I checked him with a simulated scorn,
For then, dear Zeolide, I loved you both!
Zeo. You love me still?
Mirza.Most heartily!
Zeo.Why, then,
Have mercy on me, give me Philamir—
He is the soul and essence of my life!