cold, no? I am going to light the fire… Bring me that bundle of fagots.
Prince. Ah, you wish to bind me to your service? Must I submit to this proof?
Old Woman. It isn't a proof, any more than I am. If you will be so kind… I haven't the strength.
Prince. Command me at your pleasure. I know that at last I must win your favor, and then you will reveal yourself in your true likeness, resplendent with beauty, and this humble cabin will transform itself into a marvellous palace, and you will lead me by the hand to the Princess of my Dreams!
Old Woman. Yes, yes! I will. Of course! Of course! [Aside] I had better humor him.
A knock at the door.
Prince. Who is knocking?
Old Woman. Who is there?
First Wood-Chopper. [Outside] Open, good woman.
Old Woman. They are wood-choppers—poor people who range over these mountains to gain a living. Come in!
Two Wood-Choppers enter.
First Wood-Chopper. Good afternoon.
Second Wood-Chopper. Your good health!
Prince. Come in, good people.
First Wood-Chopper. Who is he?
Old Woman. A traveller who has lost his way. I think he is out of his head.
First Wood-Chopper. He looks like a fine gentleman. Has he money?
Old Woman. Eh? How do I know?
Second Wood-Chopper. Then you ought to know. If he has…
Old Woman. What are you thinking about? Some villainy?
