Who has lost his head!
The Queen.
So I saw him in my dreams. I feel, too, that you could quite overflow, and I am a little afraid of it.
The Painter.
(Controlling himself with difficulty.) Oh, fear nothing. I know very well the barrier between me and the height of your throne. Not a desire, not a thought, rises to you.
The Queen.
And yet you think that I am beautiful?
The Painter (impulsively).
Yes, you are beautiful! You--(restraining himself). Your Majesty, I beg you to turn a little more to the left.
The Queen.