SWANWHITE. I can.
PRINCE. I didn't know of that. But my godmother gave me the helmet as a christening present.
SWANWHITE. Give me a feather, will you?
PRINCE. It is a pleasure—great as life itself.
SWANWHITE. But you must cut it so that it will write.
PRINCE. You know a thing or two!
SWANWHITE. My father taught me——
The PRINCE pulls a black feather out of the plume on his helmet; then he takes a silver-handled knife from his belt and cuts the quill.
SWANWHITE takes out an ink-well and parchment from a drawer in the table.
PRINCE. Who is Lady Lena?
SWANWHITE. You mean, what kind of person? You want her, do you?