PRINCESS. Woodcutter! My woodcutter! My, oh so very slow and uncomprehending, but entirely adorable woodcutter!
(They sing together. They just happen to feel like that)
WOODCUTTER (the song finished). But what will His Majesty say?
PRINCESS. All sorts of things. . . . Do you really love me, woodcutter, or have I proposed to you under a misapprehension?
WOODCUTTER. I adore you!
PRINCESS (nodding). I thought you did. But I wanted to hear you say it. If I had been a simple peasant, I suppose you would have said it a long time ago?
WOODCUTTER. I expect so.
PRINCESS (nodding). Yes. . . . Well, now we must think of a plan for making Mother like you.
WOODCUTTER. Might I just kiss you again before we begin?
PRINCESS. Well, I don't quite see how I am to stop you.