PRINCE. You did not see it until now—my hair, that turned to grey within the tower, in a single night, when I was mourning for my Swanwhite, who is no longer here.
SWANWHITE. Yes, here is Swanwhite.
PRINCE. No, I see a black-clad maid, whose face is black——
SWANWHITE. Have you not seen before that I was clad in black? You do not love me, then!
PRINCE. You who are standing there, so grim and ugly—no!
SWANWHITE. Then you have spoken falsely.
PRINCE. No—for then another one was here! Now—you are filling up my mouth with noisome nettles.
SWANWHITE. Your violets smell of henbane now—faugh!
PRINCE. Thus I am punished for my treason to the king!
SWANWHITE. I wish that I had waited for your king!