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KING. She is dumb, Uncle. Not a word has she uttered since we found her.
WICKED UNCLE. Why did you bring her with you?
KING. I will make her my queen.
WICKED UNCLE (_angrily_). Your queen?
KING. See how beautiful she is.
WICKED UNCLE (_whispering to King_). She is a witch!
KING. Nonsense! She is as good as she is beautiful.
WICKED UNCLE (_whispering as before_). She has bewitched your heart!
KING. Nonsense, I say! She did not want to leave the cave. She wept
bitterly when I put her on my horse.
(_He turns to the servants._)
Let the music sound! Prepare the wedding feast!
(_He turns to Eliza, who weeps._)
Do not weep, my beautiful maid.
WICKED UNCLE (_whispering to King_). She is not beautiful. She has
bewitched your eyes.
KING. I will not listen to you! Go, bid them ring the church bells.
WICKED UNCLE (_going; speaking aside_). I must poison his heart against her
in some way; else I'll never wear the crown.
[_Wicked Uncle goes._]
KING (_to Eliza_). Do not weep. You shall be dressed in silks and velvets
and I will place a golden crown upon your head.
(_Eliza weeps and wrings her hands._)
Well, then, I know how to make you smile.
[_The King opens a door into an inner room.
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