SWANWHITE. Why is your hand trembling?
PRINCE. We were to speak of the young king and not of me!
SWANWHITE. So, you, you are to teach me?
PRINCE. It is my task to teach you how to love the young king whose throne you are to share.
SWANWHITE. How did you cross the sea?
PRINCE. In my bark and with my sail.
SWANWHITE. And the wind so high?
PRINCE. Without wind there is no sailing.
SWANWHITE. Little boy—how wise you are!—Will you play with me?
PRINCE. What I must do, I will.