SWANWHITE. There's more of flattery than wit in that! His eyes are blue?
PRINCE. [Glancing at his helmet] I think I have to look?
SWANWHITE. [Holding out her hand between them] Oh, you—you!
PRINCE. You with t h makes youth!
SWANWHITE. Are you to teach me how to spell?
PRINCE. The young king is tall and blond and blue-eyed, with broad shoulders and hair like a new-grown forest——
SWANWHITE. Why do you carry a black plume?
PRINCE. His lips are red as the ripe currant, his cheeks are white, and the lion's cub needn't be ashamed of his teeth.
SWANWHITE. Why is your hair wet?
PRINCE. His mind knows no fear, and no evil deed ever made his heart quake with remorse.