SWANWHITE. No, he hasn't! What could happen if you told your name? Might something dreadful happen?
PRINCE. The duke has told you, I am sure.
SWANWHITE. I never heard of such a thing before—of one who couldn't tell his name!
The curtain behind which the peacock is hidden moves; a faint sound as of castanets is heard.
PRINCE. What was that?
SWANWHITE. That's Pavo—do you think he knows what we are saying?
PRINCE. It's hard to tell.
SWANWHITE. Well, what's your name?
Again the peacock makes the same kind of sound with his bill.
PRINCE. I am afraid—don't ask again!