PSYCHE—(Looks at her terrified.) All is lost!
PRINCESS—What is this? It seems to me that female garb become you ladies ill. I don’t think I ever saw a gentlewoman do a breakdown before.
HILARION—We hope to become young ladies soon.
PRINCESS—But are not now?
HILARION—(Throws off his robe, and then throws himself at the feet of the Princess.) ’Tis useless to dissemble farther. We are merely men. I am Prince Hilarion, your betrothed, and these two are my friends.
