All: Hail!
The Princess: Indeed there still is dimly visible
Through thickening veils of murky air
The procurator of royalty,
The ruler of men, the bell-wether of the tribe.
I, woman, covered with this sumptuous apparel!
Nothing is lacking. The crown is on my head,
And the pompous train of the mantle sweeps the earth at my feet.
The Commander: Queen....
The Princess: Dust and ashes!