Phan.Ha! Am I then to understand
My Queen suspects her husband?
Altem.Yes, you are!
Phan. Then this decides me. You shall go with me.
Altem. But—
Phan. Not a word—King Phanor can not brook
The breath of jealousy. With all his faults
His married life has been as pure as snow.
We two will go this morning.
Altem.Stay! A thought!