Queen of Shemakhan.
I did not expect this.
Look in my eyes, which glow
Brighter than the dawn itself.
How could I, with such a heavenly look,
Regale the stranger with poison?
(Smilingly she raises her eyelashes. Dodon, in confusion, drinks the wine. Polkan does the same. The slaves who brought the pitchers again appear, spread out a carpet in their midst, and arrange pillows for them to sit on. At a sign given by the Voevoda, the warriors withdraw to a distance, for a prolonged rest and to gather the bodies of the slain. Dodon, Polkan, and The Queen seat themselves. The first two are perplexed and silent. The Queen smiles enigmatically.)
Polkan
(making an effort, suddenly bows to The Queen, trying to be easy in manner and agreeable).
How has the Queen been pleased to
Pass the night?