The Princess (more loudly): It is I.
The King: Who are you?
The Princess: I am the one to whom you gave your bread
This morning, and your mantle also.
The King: This morning? So now you speak? You speak my language?
Yet that cry that I heard ... I know that voice.
The Princess: The Queen.
(Silence.
The King: You are not that till I am dead.
Are you glad to see me?