countryside about. He will consider himself greatly honored to receive and to entertain such distinguished guests.
Tony. We shall be charmed ourselves.
Prince. No. This husband whom she speaks of, and these fields and this house—they belong to some terrible ogre!
Tony. It doesn't seem to me that this lady has anything of the ogre about her. She is very courteous and polite.
Prince. Like all ogresses.
Beauty. Well, are you coming with me?
Tony. Let us set out at once. Our provisions are getting low, and I have a horrible appetite after so much walking.
Prince. No, I am not going. I shall take this other road.
Beauty. Are you mad? Should night overtake you, you will be attacked by wolves or by robbers; you will find only a miserable hovel in which a mad old woman lives…
Prince. What did I tell you? Some good fairy who presents herself in the guise of an old woman, like all good fairies. This, this is my road!
Tony. Don't be foolish, sir! Master, exert your authority.
Tutor. Let me alone; I wish to read. It is not possible that these maps could be wrong. Until I know precisely where we are, I shall not stir from this spot.
Beauty. But are you crazy? This place is infested with poachers and wood-choppers, and until you reach my husband's house you are not safe.
Prince. Oh, false woman! How easy it is to see through your designs!
Beauty. What does he say?
Tony. Nobody minds what he says. But, Master, don't you see? The Prince is determined to venture alone down these by-ways.
Tutor. You ought not to let him go.
