Anna Goldhair. Oh, Cölestin, if I could hide somewhere, and see my dear Queen pass by just once!
Cölestin. Spare me thy plaints.... Well, wait, I will hide thee here behind the curtains of the door; stay there, and do not move, and when she goes to the cathedral--come, come!
[Cölestin and Anna Goldhair go out.]
Hans Lorbass [grimly]. My Prince!
The Young Prince [tenderly]. My Hans!
Hans Lorbass. And still it grips me cruelly hard.
The Young Prince. What is it thou grumblest in thy beard? Come, let us fight.
Hans Lorbass. Let us fight, child! If thou knewest how to fight indeed!
The Young Prince. How strange thou art to-day? Say, Hans, is it true that a cruel enemy stands before the gate?
Hans Lorbass. Quite true.