Hans Lorbass. Like their King himself.
King. Like their King himself. Quite true. The shadow of a King, set on the throne by woman's love, is not the man to lead a forlorn hope.
Hans Lorbass. Though his people offer themselves to the sword for him.
King. Take care; I have outgrown thy scorn. [Knocking on the door to the right.]
Cölestin [outside]. Open the door for the King's son.
Hans Lorbass. Shall I?
King. Thou must. This house is his; and if he chose to, he could drive me hence.
[Cölestin enters, leading in the young Prince by the hand. It is gradually growing light.]
The Young Prince [running to Anna Goldhair]. Anna! Ah, Anna, art thou here? The mother told me thou wast dead. Say. Anna, art thou vexed with me? I eat my supper all alone, I say my prayers and go to bed all alone. I sing alone, I play alone,--and oh, the mother weeps so much! They said my father had been cruel to her,--how sorry he would be to see her weep! Anna, dear Anna, come and help us, for we are so sad!
[Anna Goldhair kneels down before him and sobs on his neck.]