THE QUEEN. You remind me. Come. I must finish what I have begun.
She kisses him on the mouth—the third kiss.
THE PRINCE. (covering his eyes) It is I that am mad.
THE FOOL. Come, if you are not afraid.
They go out, the Prince giving one long look at the Queen, whose face remains hard.
It has become a dark twilight.
THE QUEEN. They told me that love was like this—but I laughed, and did not believe.
The old woman comes in.
THE QUEEN. I have sent him out to die.
THE OLD WOMAN. The fool?