Listen, people, listen!
In the noise of the beating waves
I hear the rolling of a drum.
Oh, joyful sound, oh joyful!
The music of a drum.
COURTIER.
Strange, strange!
This lady speaks as one
By phantasy possessed.
What is amiss, what ails her?
PRINCESS.
Truly, by phantasy I am possessed.
Can a damask drum give sound?
When I bade him beat what could not ring,
Then tottered first my wits.
COURTIER.
She spoke, and on the face of the evening pool
A wave stirred.
PRINCESS.
And out of the wave
COURTIER.