THE PRINCESS. Please leave me here a while. I want to think.
THE KING. Very well. I shall come for you presently.
He goes.
THE PRINCESS. (after a pause) If I make up my mind to it—!
THE GYPSY. (appearing over the window-ledge) Never!
THE PRINCESS. Who are you?
THE GYPSY. Say that I am the wind, coming in at your window as I have come so many times before when you lay awake in your chamber, bringing you strange thoughts.
THE PRINCESS. If you are the wind bringing me strange thoughts, you come to me for the last time.
THE GYPSY. Or say that I am a dream that has come to you often in your chamber when you lay asleep.
THE PRINCESS. I am forbidden to dream, now.