YELLOW PRINCE. Yes, the Princess, my bumpkin. But perhaps you have been too much concerned in your own earthy affairs to have noticed her. You—ah—cut wood, I see.
WOODCUTTER. Yes, sir, I am a woodcutter.
YELLOW PRINCE. A most absorbing life. Some day we must have a long talk about it. But just now I have other business waiting for me. With your permission, good friend, I will leave you to your faggots. (He starts to go.)
WOODCUTTER. Beg your pardon, sir, but are you one of those Princes that want to marry our Princess?
YELLOW PRINCE. I had hoped, good friend, to obtain your permission to do so. I beg you not to refuse it.
WOODCUTTER. You are making fun of me, sir.
YELLOW PRINCE. Discerning creature.
WOODCUTTER. All the same, I can help you.
YELLOW PRINCE. Then pray do so, log-chopper, and earn my everlasting gratitude.
WOODCUTTER. The King has decided that whichever of you three Princes has the kindest heart shall marry his daughter.