Silently, supple as a little fish,
And then thou, a loathsome old crab,
Must try and catch me.
(Dodon dances again.)
Queen of Shemakhan
(angrily).
Not that way! Thou hast the ways of a camel.
Don’t keep your heels out.
(Dance becomes livelier.)
And now, wave your hand,
Turn around, take mincing steps;