Phil.Mirza, I have found
A portion of it—one loose leaf—behold! (Producing page.)
Mirza. And you have read it, Philamir?
Phil. (guiltily).I have!
Mirza. Oh, shame upon you—shame upon you, sir!
You gave your knightly word—you are forsworn!
Phil. But, Mirza, hear me out, ere you condemn.
I saw a paper tossed before the wind,
And little dreaming ’twas your diary,
I picked it up. I knew not what it was