PRINCE. And now there are two—two eyes—two little human eyes—I kiss you! [He kisses the helmet.
SWANWHITE goes up to the table and seats herself slowly opposite the PRINCE.
The PRINCE rises, bows, with his hand to his heart, and gazes steadily at SWANWHITE.
SWANWHITE. Are you the little prince?
PRINCE. The faithful servant of the king, and yours!
SWANWHITE. What message does the young king send his bride?
PRINCE. This is his word to Lady Swanwhite—whom lovingly he greets—that by the thought of coming happiness the long torment of waiting will be shortened.
SWANWHITE. [Who has been looking at the PRINCE as if to study him] Why not be seated, Prince?
PRINCE. If seated when you sit, then I should have to kneel when you stand up.
SWANWHITE. Speak to me of the king! How does he look?
PRINCE. How does he look? [Putting one of his hands up to his eyes] I can no longer see him—how strange!