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THE CLOUDS
Votava (giving his hand to Petr).—Well, so good by, comrade, and as I say, you have done excellently. (Goes after them.)
(Quiet. Dr. Votava, Maya, and Kocianova are gone. After a while the rumbling of a departing carriage is heard.)
Kocianova (returns after a while).—Petrichek, my golden Petrichek. (She hurries to him.) Well, Petrichek, what are you looking at so sadly?
Petr (quietly).—I—am—looking—at those—clouds.
“THE PRINCESS HAS HER LOVERS”
The princess has her lovers,
A score of knights has she,
And each can sing a madrigal,
And praise her gracefully.
But Love, who is so bitter,
Hath put within her heart
A longing for the scornful knight
Who, silent, stands apart.
And though the others praise and plead,
She maketh no reply,
Yet for a single word from him
I ween that she would die.
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