All the people were like a man on whom there suddenly falls
The healing shadow of whispering branches,
So much upon the air, like a sweet and gracious breeze,
Poured forth the fragrant smell of the ancient, royal vine!
And now, poor child, you are like a shattered blossom, like the sunflower stripped from its stalk, turning its drooping face to the earth!
Behold her, O King! Like a purchased ewe she is here beneath your hand.
(Silence.
The Princess: Will you not kill me also?
(She slowly raises her head and looks about her.
I knew you all by your names, I have grown up among you and now you have betrayed me.