That she should come between me and my love?
She loves me not, and I have done with her.
Mirza. Oh, this will kill her, sir!
Zeo.No—Mirza—no!
It will not kill me. I can bear this blow. (Coming forward.)
Prince Philamir, we two have been betrothed—
Your word is plighted—well, I set you free.
Mirza, you swore to leave Prince Philamir—
Your word is plighted—well, I set you free.
(She takes Mirza’s hand and places it in Philamir’s.)