The Princess: O Father, are you here?
Tête-d'or: He is here.
The Princess: Victorious Tête-d'or! My father bade me come to give you greeting!
And if you ask why I wear this mourning veil that prevents my seeing you
It is to honor you, like my native land
Who has come before you and from whose darkened face you have removed the sombre veil.
And I have learned that Cébès is no more.
I salute you, victorious head!
(She removes her veil and looks at him.
(tête-d'or stands, sword in hand and crowned, his feet on the wide robe of the king. To his right, the brother of the king and the Magistrates of the republic. To his left the Representatives of the people. The bystanders make a hedge on both sides leaving a free passage to the door.