ACT III
Scene One.
A PRISON.
(To the left, the cell door. To the right, a barred window. At the back, a folding bench, fastened against the wall.)
THE KING.
(Sings to a lute.)
With an ivy wreath my brow was dressed,
In my locks there sparkled the dew;
A pair of falcons above my crest
Wove circles in the blue.
From the balcony, in joyous vein,
My mother beckoned and smiled;
At e'en thy father will come again,
In victor's garb, my child.