[THE GLAZIER goes out.
THE DAUGHTER. You are imprisoned in your own rooms—I have come to set you free.
THE OFFICER. I have been waiting for you, but I was not sure you were willing to do it.
THE DAUGHTER. The castle is strongly built; it has seven walls, but—it can be done!—Do you want it, or do you not?
THE OFFICER. Frankly speaking, I cannot tell—for in either case I shall suffer pain. Every joy that life brings has to be paid for with twice its measure of sorrow. It is hard to stay where I am, but if I buy the sweets of freedom, then I shall have to suffer twice as much—Agnes, I'll rather endure it as it is, if I can only see you.
THE DAUGHTER. What do you see in me?
THE OFFICER. Beauty, which is the harmony of the universe—There are lines of your body which are nowhere to be found, except in the orbits of the solar system, in strings that are singing softly, or in the vibrations of light—You are a child of heaven——
THE DAUGHTER. So are you.
THE OFFICER. Why must I then keep horses, tend stable, and cart straw?
THE DAUGHTER. So that you may long to get away from here.