THE QUEEN. Forgive me. If it is your happiness to go on, to what end I do not know, I will let you. I do not wish to make you unhappy. But I would give you something to take with you, one more flower of my garden, an unfading rose that shall be like a bright memory of me in your heart always. Will you take it?
She leads him back into the palace. The sailor enters, supported by the fool.
THE SAILOR. (drunkenly) Where—where is my Prince? I have a message for him.
THE FOOL. So you said. But you haven't finished telling me about that girl. Her eyes were blue, you said.
THE SAILOR. Blue, yes. If I said blue, then blue it was. Or maybe green, or grey. Maybe I'm. thinking of the hussy back in the last port we stopped at. It's all the same. Reminds me of a little song. Shall I sing you a little song?
THE FOOL. Another song? Sing away then.
THE SAILOR. First another drink from this flagon. Ah! Now I'm ready.
I've often been complimented on my voice. (Sings)
We'll go no more a-roving-
No, that's not the one. Let me see. Ah, now I've got it. Listen. (Sings)
Blue eyes, grey eyes, green-and-gold eyes,
Eyes that question, doubt, deny,
Sudden-flashing, cold, hard, bold eyes,
Here's your answer: I am I!