PRINCE. Who opens up the golden gates?
SWANWHITE. Give me your hand!—It is as chilly as your heart is warm.
PRINCE. My body has been sleeping in the tower, while my soul was wandering in dreamland—In the tower it was cold and dark.
SWANWHITE. In my bosom will I warm your hand—I'll warm it by my glances, by my kisses!
PRINCE. Oh, let the brightness of your eyes be shed upon my darkness!
SWANWHITE. Are you in darkness?
PRINCE. Within the tower there was no light of sun or moon.
SWANWHITE. Rise up, O sun! Blow, southern wind! And let thy bosom gently heave, O sea!—Ye golden gates, do you believe that you can part two hearts, two hands, two lips—that can by nothing be divided?
PRINCE. Indeed, by nothing!
Two solid doors glide together in front of the gates so that SWANWHITE and the PRINCE can no longer see each other.