Queen: Once?
Zoon: I should have wept once.
Queen: It is so far off now.
Zoon: It is so far, far off. We can only feel joy upon this holy mountain.
Queen: Only joy. (He sighs as he looks.) Look! (He sighs again.)
Zoon: There falls the poor Prince Meliflor.
Queen: How huge a thrust it was with the great spear.
Zoon: He is dead.
Queen: Are you not happy?
Zoon: Yes.