The King. We don't keep up that pretence any longer.
The Princess. But will every one understand?
The King. You understand, don't you?
The Princess. The people or I—that is all the same, I suppose! You are very flattering.
The King. Heaven forbid that I should lump your Royal Highness together with the common herd; but—
The Princess. We have already had proof of the fact that your Majesty does not hold the same place in every one's estimation that you do in mine, at all events!
The King. If I occupy a place of honour in your Royal Highness's heart, your Royal Highness may be certain that—
The Princess. I will interrupt you to save you from speaking an untruth! Because the way to attain to a place of honour in your Majesty's heart is not to admire you as I do, but, on the contrary, to shout out: "I despise you!"—Au revoir!
The King. You wicked, terrifying, dangerous—
The Princess.—omniscient and ubiquitous Princess! (Makes a deep curtsey, and goes away.)