Hilarion: Pretty well. I've heard it said that if I dressed myself In Prince Hilarion's clothes (supposing this Consisted with my maiden modesty), I might be taken for Hilarion's self. But what is this to you or me, who think Of all mankind with undisguised contempt? Princess: Contempt? Why, damsel, when I think of man, Contempt is not the word. Cyril: (Getting tipsy) I'm sure of that, Or if it is, it surely should not be! Hilarion: (Aside to Cyril) Be quiet, idiot, or they'll find us out. Cyril: The Prince Hilarion's a goodly lad! Princess: You know him then? Cyril: (Tipsily) I rather think I do! We are inseparables! Princess: Why, what's this? You love him then? Cyril: We do indeed — all three! Hilarion: Madam, she jests! (Aside to Cyril) Remember where you are! Cyril: Jests? Not at all! Why, bless my heart alive, You and Hilarion, when at the Court, Rode the same horse! Princess: (Horrified) Astride? Cyril: Of course! Why not? Wore the same clothes — and once or twice, I think, Got tipsy in the same good company! Princess: Well, these are nice young ladies, on my word! Cyril: (Tipsy) Don't you remember that old kissing-song He'd sing to blushing Mistress Lalage, The hostess of the Pigeons? Thus it ran: SONG (Cyril) "Would you know the Kind of Maid" (During symphony Hilarion and Florian try to stop Cyril. He shakes them off angrily.)