How does it happen that you are here?
Don't pretend that you can't understand what I say. See, the red is creeping to your cheeks. Ah! Ah!
Answer!
Do you think I don't know you? Others perhaps might not recognise you, but I, I recognise you!
The Princess: I think you do not know me.
The Deserter: Ha! (He wags his head and winks knowingly.)
You are the daughter of the old King.
The Princess: Since you know it, be ashamed!
The Deserter: Ashamed?
See if I am ashamed! Take that for yourself for your "ashamed"!