With this you’re proof against the influence
That rules this place; you can declare to her
That you adore the very ground she walks,
And wallow in the foolish flummery
That used to make you so ridiculous.
She will believe it all—there, take it, boy,
And make good use of it to win her back.
Phil. I’ll use it, Phanor, and I’ll use it well!
Zeo. (aside) He takes the box. And thus he thinks to win
The hand of his forsaken Zeolide!