Your self-elected champions price you at!
More harm is worked in that one virtue’s name,
Than springs from half the vices of the earth!
Enter Queen Altemire, in violent rage.
Altem. Why, Gélanor, this is no spot for you,
You’d better go—the King will wish you gone.
Gélan. Indeed! And why?
Altem.I’ll tell you, Gélanor,
His majesty has an appointment here.
Oh, Gélanor, I’ve been alone with him