First Girl. Do not forget that he is your slave.... This rosebush [touches it] is a queen who forgot.
Second Girl. Ah!
First Girl [pointing to bones that seemed part of bushes along roadside]. Those are the bones of others who forgot.
Second Girl. But he is beautiful!
First Girl. Only so long as you are his master.
Second Girl. But he is kind!
First Girl. Only so long as you are not afraid of him.
Second Girl. But you snatched—
First Girl. Life is the only person to whom one should be rude.
[They hear sounds of moaning and cries and a harsh voice menacing some unseen crowd.]