PRINCE. What do you write?
SWANWHITE. Names—all pretty names that may be worn by princes!
PRINCE. Except my own!
SWANWHITE. Yours, too!
PRINCE. Leave that alone!
SWANWHITE. Here I have written twenty names—all that I know—and so your name must be there, too. [Pushing the parchment across the table] Read!
The PRINCE reads.
SWANWHITE. Oh, I have read it in your eye!
PRINCE. Don't utter it! I beg you in the name of God the merciful, don't utter it!
SWANWHITE. I read it in his eye!