I’m rough and honest. If I’ve angered you,
I’ll go.
Phan. No, no, you have not angered us.
(Aside to Zoram) I like the fellow’s humor—he may rave!
I’m tired of hearing truths, so let him lie!
But where’s Queen Altemire?
Chrys.My lord, she comes—
A perfect type of perfect womanhood.
The dew of forty summers on her head
Has but matured her beauty, by my life!