The Princess: I am not sad! The nightingale sings and I will also sing! Let him sing and I will sing also!
And my voice shall be uplifted like the piping of a flute,
Higher, louder, enfolding the city and the night.
I will sing and cast away all bounds and all restraint!
The bird sings in the summer and is silent in the winter, but I will sing in the chill and bitter air, and when all is frozen I will rise, drunk with ecstasy, towards the naked heavens!
For my voice is that of love and in my heart is the fire of youth.
(She opens her mouth as if about to sing.
The Fourth Watcher: Be silent!
The Princess: You do not wish me to sing?
The Fourth Watcher: Be silent!