The Deserter (starting up from the thicket where he had been lying in wait): Give me your bread!
(He throws himself upon her and snatches the bread away from her.
The Princess (crying out): Leave me a little of the bread!
The Deserter: What's this? You speak my language?
Wait! Wait a little!
(He stares at her long and attentively, then he begins to laugh.
A-a-a-h!
(He doffs his hat and awkwardly makes a pretence of bowing, in mockery. Then he stares at her chuckling without saying anything.
A-a-a-h!
Oh, this is good!