BIA. Do you know what I am thinking, Bice?

BEA. You're wondering where we'll be ten years from now,
Or something of that nature.

BIA. Ay, I was wondering
Which would be married first, and go away,
And would we still be friends.

BEA. Oh, do you doubt it,
Snow-White?

BIA. Nay, nay,--I doubt it not, my dear,--
But I was wondering. I am suddenly sad,
I know not why. I do not wish to leave you
Ever.

BEA. I know. I cannot bear
To think of parting. We have been happy these four years
Together, have we not?

BIA. Oh, Beatrice! [She weeps.]

BEA. Nay, do not weep!--Come, you must go to bed.
You are tired tonight. We rode too far today.

[She draws Bianca's head down to her shoulder.]

Oh, you are tired, tired, you are very tired.
You must be rocked to sleep, and tucked in bed,