Omar [bowing low before throne]—Your Majesty, a visitor has come.
King—Bring him in.
[Omar ushers in a knight.]
Sir Constantine [bowing low before the throne]—Most noble King, I beg of you your daughter's hand in marriage.
King [stamps impatiently]—No! Out of my royal presence at once!
Knight—Farewell! Farewell!
[Bows low and withdraws.]
Princess Elaine [rising]—Alas! Alas! It is so sad! Father, if ever thou carest for my happiness, grant him my hand.
[Withdraws.]
King—Come back, daughter, be not so foolish.