DUKE. How has my child transgressed?
SWANWHITE. The prince's name I learned, by love instructed—spoke it—came to hold him very dear.
DUKE. That was no capital offence. What more?
SWANWHITE. At his side I slept, the sword between us——
DUKE. And still there was no capital offence, though I should hardly call it wise—And more?
SWANWHITE. No more!
DUKE. [To the GAOLER, pointing to the spiked cask] Away with it! [To SWANWHITE] Well, child, where is the prince?
SWANWHITE. He's sailing homeward in his bark.
DUKE. Now, when the tide is battering the shore?—Alone? Swanwhite. Alone! What is to happen?
DUKE. The Lord alone can tell!