She looks out._
OOZIZI: Lady! Lady!
QUEEN: Oozizi.
OOZIZI: Lady! Lady! You must never leave the palace. You must never
leave it. You must not.
QUEEN: Hark, it is quiet now.
OOZIZI: Lady, it would be terrible to leave the golden palace. Who would
reign? What would happen?
QUEEN: It is quiet now. What would happen, Oozizi?
OOZIZI: The world would end.
QUEEN: It is quiet now; perhaps I need not fly.
OOZIZI: Lady, you must not.
QUEEN: And yet I would fain go over those green fields all gleaming with
summer, and see the golden hoards that no man guards, glittering with
such a light as glows this June.
OOZIZI: O, speak not, great lady, of the green fields and June. It is
these that have intoxicated the Princes so that they do this unrecorded
thing, letting sound of them be heard in your sacred room.
QUEEN: Has June intoxicated them, Oozizi?
OOZIZI: Oh, lady, speak not of June.
QUEEN: Is June so terrible?
[_She returns towards_ OOZIZI.
OOZIZI: It does strange things.
[_The noise breaks out again._
Hark!
[_The_ QUEEN _runs to the door again._ OOZIZI _stretches out her arms to
the_ QUEEN.
O, lady, never leave the golden palace.
[_The_ QUEEN _listens; all is silent; she looks outside._
QUEEN: I see the green fields gleaming.
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