I would speak to you. [to courtiers] You are at liberty to precede me to the ballroom.
[Courtiers go out.]
Queen [leaning against a balcony]
Ah, Phedro!
Phedro [answering her tone]
My Majesty, my sovereign star.
Queen
It is growing late and still nothing has been done. I cannot see that there is anything to do. Oh what discomfort!
Phedro