The two lie quite still; the stirred dust settles on them slowly and greyly in the moonlight.
Curtain.
LAODICE AND DANAË
"And, O, perchance it is the fairest lot
At once to be a queen and be forgot;
For queens are oft remembered by the weighed
Wild dusky peacock-flashing sins they played,
But queens clean-hearted leave us and grow less,
Lost in the common light of righteousness."
From KING RENÉ'S HONEYMOON: A MASQUE, Scene vii.