Queen: It is quiet now; perhaps I need not fly.
Oozizi: Lady, you must not.
Queen: And yet I would fain go over those green fields all gleaming with summer, and see the golden hoards that no man guards, glittering with such a light as glows this June.
Oozizi: O, speak not, great lady, of the green fields and June. It is these that have intoxicated the Princes so that they do this unrecorded thing, letting sound of them be heard in your sacred room.
Queen: Has June intoxicated them, Oozizi?
Oozizi: Oh, lady, speak not of June.
Queen: Is June so terrible?
[She returns towards Oozizi.
Oozizi: It does strange things.
[The noise breaks out again.