The noble rage of outraged innocence.
I’ll to the King, and let him know at once
How, as I wandered through the grove, alone,
I found you here with wicked Gélanor,
At night—by pre-arrangement—in the dark.
Oh, shame upon you—shame upon you, Queen!
[Exit Azèma—Altemire and Gélanor stand confounded.
Gélan. Your majesty, I think I’d better go.
Altem. Absurd! the notion is preposterous!
You’re old enough to be my father.