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THE PRINCESS. (_scornfully_) Oh!
_She walks away_.
THE KING. (_sadly_) I should not have told you about it.
THE PRINCESS. (_coming back to him_) Yes. It was quite right to tell me. And I can see now why you would feel that way. You wanted to look your best for me, didn't you? I quite understand that. I spent weeks trying on my new gowns, and deciding in which one I would seem most beautiful to you. Only, of course, I forgot at the last moment, and rode off to you in this!
THE KING. I--I can understand how you felt. I am--sorry I disappointed you. Forgive me.
THE PRINCESS. Yes. (_After a silence_) I suppose we can be happy together--after a fashion.
THE KING. I am sure of it. And now--shall we go down to the throne-room to rehea.r.s.e the ceremony for tomorrow?
THE PRINCESS. Please leave me here a while. I want to think.
THE KING. Very well. I shall come for you presently.
_He goes_.
THE PRINCESS. (_after a pause_) If I make up my mind to it--!
THE GYPSY. (_appearing over the window-ledge_) Never!
THE PRINCESS. Who are you?
THE GYPSY. Say that I am the wind, coming in at your window as I have come so many times before when you lay awake in your chamber, bringing you strange thoughts.
THE PRINCESS. If you are the wind bringing me strange thoughts, you come to me for the last time.
THE GYPSY. Or say that I am a dream that has come to you often in your chamber when you lay asleep.
THE PRINCESS. I am forbidden to dream, now.
THE GYPSY. Or say that I am a Gypsy, come to tell a Queen that he loves her.
THE PRINCESS. Those words are like an echo. I seem to have heard them many times. Come nearer.
_He enters, and kneels to her_.
THE GYPSY. This is my last folly. I come to you, O princess, and offer all I have--my love, and a bed on the heath under the stars.
THE PRINCESS. That is not enough, my friend. There are other things.
THE GYPSY. What other things?
THE PRINCESS. Dimly, as from another life, I seem to remember the jolting of the wagons that rocked me to sleep, and the good smell of the soup in the big kettle over the fire.
THE GYPSY. (_rising_) This is beyond reason!
THE PRINCESS. All beautiful things are beyond reason, my friend.
THE GYPSY. You are a Gypsy?
THE PRINCESS. I am a Gypsy's sweetheart. Take me away with you.
THE GYPSY. How can we leave this palace?
THE PRINCESS. The way we came.
THE GYPSY. The wall--
THE PRINCESS. Is seventeen feet high. A guard of soldiers continually marches around it. And there are spikes on the top. How did we get over? That is our secret!
THE GYPSY. You have no regrets?
THE PRINCESS. None.
THE GYPSY. Your promise to the King?
THE PRINCESS. I am as mutable as wind.
THE GYPSY. Let us go.
THE PRINCESS. One moment! There is a girl here I am sorry for. Can we not think of some way to help her before we go? She loves the King.
Think!
THE GYPSY. I have thought. She is the rightful Princess of Basque-- stolen from her cradle by Gypsies. Tomorrow an old woman from the tribe will come with the proofs. The King will marry her, and they will be happy.
THE PRINCESS. And I am the Gypsy child left in her place! But is it really true?
THE GYPSY. What matters reality to us? _We_ are not real.
THE PRINCESS. Good-bye, then, to this place of solid fact that has imprisoned us too long. In another moment we shall melt into the moonlight.
THE GYPSY. Kiss me!
THE PRINCESS. Not here.
THE GYPSY. No. There is a fire in our kisses that would shatter and destroy these comfortable walls. Under the stars, among the winds, we shall quench the hunger and thirst of our love. And there let our dream come true....
THE PRINCESS. Ah, there is a fire in our hearts that will shatter and destroy all comfort, even our own. Not even there, under the stars, among the winds, shall the hunger and thirst of love be quenched. Never shall our dream come true....
THE GYPSY. It is enough that we go to be companions of the winds and stars, wanderers with them....
_He leads her to the window_.
THE PRINCESS. Over the rim of the world!
_They ascend and vanish outside_.
