PRINCE. [With a movement of his hand as if he were catching the name in the air] Was that a rose you threw me?
[He throws a kiss to her.
SWANWHITE. A violet you gave me—that was you—your soul! And now I drink you in—you're in my bosom, in my heart—you're mine!
PRINCE. And you are mine! Who is the rightful owner, then?
SWANWHITE. Both!
PRINCE. Both! You and I!—My rose!
SWANWHITE. My violet!
PRINCE. My rose!
SWANWHITE. My violet!
PRINCE. I love you!