And had me driven away,
I became a wanderer,
And no one wished to take me in for they were afraid of you.
And at last I found a refuge in the mountains, among the trees and shrubs,
And savage animals, far from the eyes of men.
And this morning after you had given me your bread....
—And so you did not recognise me?
The King: No.
The Princess: Am I so changed? I know that my beauty is gone.
—... A man threw himself upon me and took it from me,