She’ll love you none the better for the warmth
That prompts you to perpetual persecution.
The girl has taken this road—take you that.
[Philamir stands irresolute, then goes off slowly, in the direction indicated.
That’s good advice!
Enter Queen Altemire from house.
Altem.My lord, old Gélanor,
The steward of your palace, has arrived,
And waits without.
Phan.We’ll see him presently.