Phan. Never mind how—and you too, Gélanor.
Oh, I’m ashamed of you! (Crossing to Gélanor.)
Gélan.Your majesty,
I don’t know what you mean.
Phan.You bad old man!
(Affecting to weep) You whom I trusted so! (Aside) Don’t be alarmed,
I’m not in earnest. (Aloud) Oh, it’s infamous!
Why, let me see—how old are you?
Gélan.My lord,
If you imply—