Nurse Devorin:
Ah. So the prince's past is coming back to haunt him, is it? Poor man! Poor child!
I cannot offer much help, but I will do whatever I can for him. The words to the lullaby are: "Sleep now, child, a beautiful rose blossoms for you. Sleep now, child, till the morning comes to." My mother sang it to me; I sang it to him. Remember it, and tell it to him, if it can help him at all. I do miss him so.