Second Girl. Yes—
First Girl. I would have a fair prince to think tinkling words about me. And I would have a strawberry tart, with little flutings in the crust. Go, see that these things are made ready for me.
[Life bows in assent and turns to go.]
Second Girl. Ah!
First Girl. See? It is so that one must act. It is thus one must manage him. So and not otherwise it is done. Now—do you try. [She plucks a rose from a bush beside her, and twirls it in her fingers.]
Second Girl. Life! [Life kneels.] I have a wish for a gown of gold. [Life bows.]
First Girl. Yes!
[And over his bowed head, the two laugh gayly at the ease of his subjection.]
Second Girl. And a little garden where I may walk and think of trumpets blowing.
[Life bows.]