THE GYPSY. Or say that I am a Gypsy, come to tell a Queen that he loves her.
THE PRINCESS. Those words are like an echo. I seem to have heard them many times. Come nearer.
He enters, and kneels to her.
THE GYPSY. This is my last folly. I come to you, O princess, and offer all I have—my love, and a bed on the heath under the stars.
THE PRINCESS. That is not enough, my friend. There are other things.
THE GYPSY. What other things?
THE PRINCESS. Dimly, as from another life, I seem to remember the jolting of the wagons that rocked me to sleep, and the good smell of the soup in the big kettle over the fire.
THE GYPSY. (rising) This is beyond reason!
THE PRINCESS. All beautiful things are beyond reason, my friend.
THE GYPSY. You are a Gypsy?