Which reassured me even more!--I still, though,
Think of you as a Princess; the way you do things
Is much more wonderful than the way I do them!--
The way you speak to the servants, even the way
You pick up something that you drop.

BEA. You goose!
'Tis not because I'm a princess you feel that way--
I've always thought the same thing about you!--
The way you draw your gloves on is to me
More marvelous than the way the sun comes up!

[They both burst out laughing.]

BEA. Oh, lud,--how droll we are!

BIA. Oh, I shall die
Of laughing! Think you anyone else, Rose-Red,
Was ever half so silly?

BEA. I dare wager
There be a thousand, in this realm alone,
Some even sillier!

BIA. Here comes Fidelio! [Enter Fidelio.]

BEA. Fidelio, sing to us,--there is no nightingale
Abroad tonight, save you. And the night cries
For music!