SWANWHITE. Where shall I hide it? Where?
DUKE. The bed!
SWANWHITE. [Hiding the horn in the bed-clothing] There! Sleep well, my little tooteroot! When it is time, I'll wake you up. And don't forget your prayers!
DUKE. And child! Do not forget what I said last: your stepmother must be obeyed.
SWANWHITE. In all?
DUKE. In all.
SWANWHITE. But not in what is contrary to cleanliness!—Two linen shifts my mother let me have each sennight; this woman gives but one! And mother gave me soap and water, which stepmother denies. Look at my little footies!
DUKE. Keep clean within, my daughter, and clean will be the outside. You know that holy men, who, for the sake of penance, deny themselves the purging waters, grow white as swans, while evil ones turn raven-black.
SWANWHITE. Then I will be as white——!
DUKE. Into my arms! And then, farewell!