Till I began to read it. Then I knew,
And knowing so much, burnt to know still more!
Mirza. But when you knew it held my secret thoughts,
You read no further?
Phil. (abashed).Mirza, I read on!
Mirza. Lost! lost! Give me that leaf, Prince Philamir;
You have deceived me, sir—I trusted you.
Phil. But, Mirza, where is the knight who would have stopped
When of himself he read such words as these?—
(Reads) “I still love Philamir, but I must strive