George.
Yes, your Excellency. (Goes out.)
Richard.
And now, come and sit by the fire. But take off your cloak first--there. And your hat and veil too?
Beata.
(Letting her arms sink down helplessly.) I can't.
Richard.
Wait, dear. (He loosens her veil.) How white you are! Come to the fire. (He leads her to the fireplace.) There! is that right?
Beata.
Everything is right as long as you're alive!