King:
A woman is a female who is human,
Designed for pleasing man, the human male.
A human male is pleased by many women,
And all the rest you hear is fairy tale.

Anna:
Then tell me how this fairy tale began, sir.
You cannot call it just a poet’s trick.
Explain to me why many men are faithful
And true to one wife only—

King:
They are sick!

A girl must be like a blossom
With honey for just one man.
A man must live like honey bee
And gather all he can.

To fly from blossom to blossom
A honey bee must be free,
But blossom must not ever fly
From bee to bee to bee.