How long must I remain here? The day draws to its end. --Who is there? What man is that? Ah! It is he! Yes, He of whom they spoke when the violence Of the pain made me swoon towards death.--Dead! O Tête-d'or! You are dead before me and soon I shall follow you. _(The KING stirs and sighs._ He is not dead. THE KING: Ah! THE PRINCESS: His soul returns to him. He has been wounded in some combat. He is covered with blood. But why have they left him thus dishevelled and uncleansed? THE KING: Ah! THE PRINCESS: I will not speak. Thus do we die together! (_She sobs._) But truly this pain is unbearable! My God! My bones! My arms! Ah! ah! _(She utters a sharp cry._ THE KING: What cry is that? Who is there? THE PRINCESS: He heard me. What have I done? THE KING: Someone uttered a cry. Is there anyone here? _(Silence._ THE PRINCESS (_in a very low voice_): It is I. THE KING: Is there anyone here? I seem to hear a voice that says, "It is I." THE PRINCESS (_more loudly_): It is I. THE KING: Who are you? THE PRINCESS: I am the one to whom you gave your bread This morning, and your mantle also. THE KING: This morning? So now you speak? You speak my language? Yet that cry that I heard ... I know that voice. THE PRINCESS: The Queen. _(Silence._ THE KING: You are not that till I am dead. Are you glad to see me? THE PRINCESS: Yes, I am content. THE KING: What did you say? Draw nearer. I have robbed you of everything. Come and avenge yourself upon my body with the malice only known by women who hate. (_He laughs._) THE PRINCESS: Are you wounded Mortally? THE KING: Yes. THE PRINCESS: I cannot come to you. THE KING: Why not? THE PRINCESS: I am fastened by the hands. THE KING: What did you say? THE PRINCESS: When you usurped my father's place And had me driven away, I became a wanderer, And no one wished to take me in for they were afraid of you. And at last I found a refuge in the mountains, among the trees and shrubs, And savage animals, far from the eyes of men. And this morning after you had given me your bread.... --And so you did not recognise me? THE KING: No. THE PRINCESS: Am I so changed? I know that my beauty is gone. --... A man threw himself upon me and took it from me, --And that did not satisfy his evil soul. But he has, ah! ah! THE KING: Well? THE PRINCESS: ... By the hands, ah! THE KING: Well? THE PRINCESS: He has nailed me to a tree. I have been here many hours. Why I die, I do not know. But as for you, I have called to you To tell you that you die justly, Because I ought to be the Queen and you ought not to be the King. And to-day we are both dying in the same place. THE KING: You are nailed by the hands! THE PRINCESS: Yes. What is that to you? I am weak. I shall be the first to die. THE KING: How is it you have not been seen? THE PRINCESS: I am fastened to a pine Whose branches make a roof that descends to the ground in front of me. THE KING: Where is this tree?