In the glad glow of hope that I shall gain
Your Palmis’ love, I freely pardon you.
Chrys. (in furious rage). This evening, in the Avenue of Palms,
I shall await you, sir.
Zor. (in blank astonishment). Oh dear, oh dear,
What have I said?
Enter Gélanor.
Gélan.Hush, gentlemen—the Queen.
Re-enter Queen Altemire hastily.
Altem. (in a rage). Where is the King? Go, send him here to me.