(She goes to each of the bystanders and, forcing him to raise his head and seizing it by the hair and the chin, she looks in his face, her eyes close to his. Then she resumes her former position in silence.
The Fourth Watcher: Save our souls for us if you have the power!
The Princess: From this time forth we are strangers!
Let the shadows and the lamp bear witness to our divorce!
Many a time in such dim shades, I have warned you earnestly. But you would give no heed.
Here in this murky light,
Now that your souls are numbered with those that are marked for death, I come to you once more
Not to repair the breach, but to proclaim it!
You invoke me at a moment when you are beyond all aid!
What have you made of me?