All.
[Remembering.] To be sure!
The Frog.
[Waking fully.] Oh, I am so dry! Eh, what? Why, here are my two tadpoles! Quite grown up, eh, lads!
Moss-Rose.
[Rising.] And here’s my birthday cake, uncut! But now I’m one hundred and sixteen years old! But my dream—A great many Kings’ Sons tried to hack their way through the moss-rose forest! [The Hearts sigh loud, the Fragments salute, and do homage, as best they can.] See! See! There they all are, what’s left of them! But one—Prince Charming was his name! Ah, me! [She turns away, and so comes face to face with the Prince who now steps forward.] Ah! You—are you real, or my dream?
The Prince.
By my faith, lady, I do not know! It is all as I myself have hoped and dreamed, only more beautiful!
The King.