May I thank the Queen, Sire?
(Teja nods. Watcher shakes her hand heartily. Exit.)
Teja.
Go--and bring me to eat!
Balthilda (perplexed).
Sire--why--mockest thou--me?
Teja.
Dost thou then not understand me? If thou wilt be my wife, thou must offer me my property, not thine!
Balthilda.
Is not all of mine thy property, Sire?