(Enter the Fool, carrying the Quuen's Crown):

May I not weep for my own Mistress as yon knight Gnu for his?
One knight she knew, but more than one night knew him,
And as he was always good, she knew him well, and that deeply.
Alas, the fair head that bore the sullen Crown, ANorexia is gone!
Now the one full knight and empty nights many
Are fated in their days to carry on -- aye, and She
Who made those days so rare, so bright
Can do so nevermore and is become carrion,
Crowned in clay and benisoned in hungry worms
WHile all the light from her grim domain is now banishéd
And this sorry crown graces some other, dimmer head.
Alas, alack, for a Fool and his Mistress parted
Are like wings struck from a mourning dove
Lying bloody and destroyed, the whole is soon forgotten
in an ugliness of fallen parts. And so am I,
And so are well all, both dazed and knights
Absent fair Anorexia! Adieu, adieu!!

(He staggers off, weeping, stage right)