Prince
Neither the Queen nor the Duchess must have an inkling of this.
Phedro
No, my lord.
Prince
Tonight and tomorrow night.... What contrasts! Two crimes! A secret and a public one!
Phedro
My lord is sardonic.
[Ursus after looking at them for a few moments has wandered off to the cart, and is seen making preparations for the evening's performance. There is the sound of Dea's singing.]