SWANWHITE. You love me!
PRINCE. You love me!
SWANWHITE. I love you!
The stage grows light again. The rose on the table recovers and opens. The faces of the STEPMOTHER and the three maids are lighted up and appear beautiful, kind, and happy. The STEPMOTHER lifts up her drowsy head and, while her eyes remain closed, she seems to be watching the joy of the two young people with a sunny smile.
SWANWHITE. Look, look! The cruel one is smiling as at some memory from childhood days. See how Signe the False seems faith and hope embodied, how the ugly Tova has grown beautiful, the little Elsa tall.
PRINCE. Our love has done it.
SWANWHITE. So that is love? Blessed be it by the Lord! The Lord Omnipotent who made the world!
[She falls on her knees, weeping.
PRINCE. You weep?
SWANWHITE. Because I am so full of joy.