STAG. No king with his crown looks grander!
FAWN. I see your feet in the water, father.
STAG. Do not speak of my feet, child!
FAWN. Why not? They are small and slender.
STAG. But they look so weak. I do not like my feet at all. I wish they were different.
(A Hunter's horn is heard.)
Come, child, come!