A hypocrite—a traitress to my friend—
All this, and more, I must admit, if you
Retain that talisman! Oh, give it me,
And let this locket testify our love!
The King! The King! The King! I am undone!
[Exit Mirza hastily.
Phil. Gone, gone!—and Philamir, who thought he knew
The ways of woman well, had still to learn
That in one woman’s body there is place
For such a goodly show of purity,