THE GYPSY. Word for word. You are the feminine counterpart of your ruler. What a pity you cannot help him manage his kingdom!
THE MAID. Hush! Here he comes now! And she is with him!
They rise respectfully. The King enters, followed by the Princess of Basque.
THE KING. We can conduct our conversation better in here. (To the others) Leave us.
THE GYPSY. Yes, your majesty.
They go out.
THE KING. Pray be seated, madam.
THE PRINCESS. In your majesty's presence?
THE KING. I will sit down too. We will sit here together. It is unconventional, but—there is no one to see. Please!
He takes her by the hand and conducts her up the dais to the wide seat. He seats himself beside her.