For you come of a race of enemies.—And yet
I thank you.
The Princess: I do not wish
To have you thank me.
The King (scrutinising her): Your face is beautiful and in itself sets forth your sovereignty.
—You hate me with reason. For it seems
That we must hate those who have done us wrong.
And you
Have much to lay at my door. Avenge yourself
On these pitiable remains!