(They do the same for the other foot.
The Princess: What is there still to do? Throw the mantle over my shoulders. Quick, I am in haste! Fasten this clasp!
And you, place the crown on my head, O paranymph!
The Commander: Be Queen!
(He places the crown on her head.
The Princess: The sceptre. (They present it to her.) How shall I hold it? (To the commander.) See this hand!
(She turns it painfully from side to side.
The Commander: It bleeds!
The Princess: Poor hand!
(She looks at it with a kind of smile.