Prologue

[Anselmo and Luigi]

ANSELMO. What think you,—lies there any truth in the tale The King will wed again?

LUIGI. Why not, Anselmo? A king is no less lonely than a collier When his wife dies, And his young daughter there, For all her being a princess, is no less A motherless child, and cries herself to sleep Night after night, as noisily as any, You may be sure.

ANSELMO. A motherless child loves not, They say, the second mother. Though the King May find him comfort in another face,— As it is well he should—the child, I fancy, Is not so lonely as she is distraught With grief for the dead Queen, and will not lightly Be parted from her tears.

LUIGI. If tales be true, The woman hath a daughter, near the age Of his, will be a playmate for the Princess.

CURTAIN