PRINCESS (gently, after a pause). Woodcutter!
WOODCUTTER (looking up). Oh, are you there? I thought you were married by this time.
PRINCESS (meekly). I don't want to be married. (Hastily) I mean, not to any of those three.
WOODCUTTER. You can't help yourself.
PRINCESS. I know. That's why I wanted you to help me.
WOODCUTTER (going up to her). Can a simple woodcutter help a Princess?
PRINCESS. Well, perhaps a simple one couldn't, but a clever one might.
WOODCUTTER. What would his reward be?
PRINCESS. His reward would be that the Princess, not being married to any of her three suitors, would still be able to help him chop his wood in the mornings. . . . I am helping you, aren't I?
WOODCUTTER (smiling). Oh, decidedly.