Oozizi: Farewell, great lady.
[The Queen turns, then suddenly she runs swiftly and nimbly through the door and disappears.
[At once there is a murmur of voices from the Hall of the Hundred Princes.
Voices (off): Ah, ah, ah.
[Oozizi stands still weeping.
[Enter the Princes, exquisite and frivolous. They crowd past each other.
Meliflor: And where is our little Queen?
[Oozizi answers with a defiant look through her tears, which has its effect on them.
Moomoomon (foppishly): There, there.
Ximenung: Gone!