THE FOOL. Look at this. (Shows him a coin.)
THE SAILOR. What a piece of luck! Is it real money? Where did you get it?
THE FOOL. Your prince gave it to me, and said I was to treat any of his sailors that I came across.
THE SAILOR. Then it's all right. Why didn't you say so before? Come along. If you were as thirsty as I am—!
They go down the steps. The door opens, and the Prince comes out. He looks up and down.
THE PRINCE. And now begins again my long journey from the east to the west. . . .
The old woman appears.
THE OLD WOMAN. Well, have you waked at last?
THE PRINCE. You are a bitter-tongued old woman. But for all that, I think you are my friend. Perhaps the only friend I have here.
THE OLD WOMAN. You are right. For all that you sleep your holiday away, you are a brave man. And I am the only one in this kingdom that thinks well of bravery. The rest want to smother it with kisses.