Shall ne’er set eyes upon my face again.
There, go—I’ll tell him this. He’s coming now—
Go dry your eyes—he should not see them so.
Come back again when they are at their best.
[Exit Zeolide.
Enter Philamir.
Phil. Mirza—I have some words to say to you—
The diary you lost to-day?
Mirza. (eagerly).Well, sir,
And have you found it?