Phedro
There are many voices whispering all together in my mind. In a little perhaps one will be louder than the rest—then we may plan.
Queen
But the fête. We are continually forgetting about the fête.
Phedro
[Thinking, with his finger against his lips.]
Out of one purpose often comes another perfected.
Queen
You are talking in enigmas, and it is growing late. See how long and slender the poplar shadows are getting on the grass. When the wind and sun touch them they look a little like obelisks flashed over with strange writings.
Phedro