PRINCE. Where is Swanwhite?
STEPMOTHER. She has gone to marry her young king. Is there no thought of things like that in your own mind, my Prince?
PRINCE. I harbour but a single thought——
STEPMOTHER. Of little Swanwhite?
PRINCE. She is too young for me, you mean?
STEPMOTHER. Grey hairs and common sense belong together as a rule—I have a girl with common sense——
PRINCE. And I grey hairs?
STEPMOTHER. He knows it not, believes it not! Come, maids! Come, Signe, Elsa, Tova! Let's have a good laugh at the young suitor and his grey hairs!
The MAIDS begin to laugh. The STEPMOTHER joins in.
PRINCE. Where is Swanwhite?