More fools they!... You see that while we have found countless hearts we have not come upon one single set of brains! Now, now! [Evading some of the Fragments who seem disposed to resent this.] Since you are in pieces can’t you rest in peace?
The Prince.
Forward, that’s the word! With the Heart for my device, let my motto be: Forward, to success, or death in the attempt!
[He hacks away at the hedge, on which all the Fragments aid him.]
Mentor.
Since you are determined to go on, why not try skill instead of strength! See how all these branches seem to radiate from a common centre, somewhere not far away, as if they had fountained, tent-wise, over a clear space!... What’s that noise?
The Prince.
People approaching! Who can it be?
[We now hear a swish-swash approaching from the outer forest, also the sound of an old man’s stick. Pausing, the Prince and Mentor turn, and see two elderly Frogs. These halt, and salute.]