Phil. I feared she saw me. [Coming back.
Queen. How now, sir, am I such a bugbear, That I scare people from me?
Phil. 'Tis true, I should more carefully have shunned
The place where you might be; as, when it thunders,
Men reverently quit the open air,
Because the angry gods are then abroad.
Queen. What does he mean, Asteria? I do not understand him.
Ast. Your majesty forgets, you banished him Your presence for this day. [To her softly.
Queen. Ha! banished him! 'tis true indeed; But, as thou sayest, I had forgot it quite.
Ast. That's very strange, scarce half an hour ago.
Queen. But love had drawn his pardon up so soon, That I forgot he e'er offended me.
Phil. Pardon me, that I could not thank you sooner; Your sudden grace, like some swift flood poured in On narrow banks, o'erflowed my spirits.
Queen. No: 'tis for me to ask your pardon, Philocles,
For the great injury I did you,
In not remembering I was angry with you:
But I'll repair my fault,
And rouse my anger up against you yet.