PRINCE. Then let us fly!
SWANWHITE. Yes, let us fly!
The GREEN GARDENER appears suddenly behind the table. All his clothes are green. He wears a peaked cap, a big apron, and knee-breeches. At his belt hang shears and a knife. He carries a small watering-can in one hand and is scattering seeds everywhere.
PRINCE. Who are you?
GARDENER. I sow, I sow!
PRINCE. What do you sow?
GARDENER. Seeds, seeds, seeds.
PRINCE. What kind of seeds?
GARDENER. Annuals and biennials. One pulls this way, two pull that. When the bridal suit is on, the harmony is gone. One and one make one, but one and one make also three. One and one make two, but two make three. Then do you understand?
PRINCE. You mole, you earthworm, you who turn your forehead toward the ground and show the sky your back—what is there you can teach me?