QUEEN (from the heart). Detestable person!
KING. The rest of the competition is of course more in the nature of a formality—
QUEEN. Thank goodness.
KING. However, I think that it will prevent unnecessary discussion afterwards if we—Take care, here is another one. (He hurries back.)
Enter the RED PRINCE.
QUEEN (with not nearly so much conviction). Could you spare a crust of bread, sir, for a poor hungry old woman?
RED PRINCE. A crust of bread, madam? Certainly. As luck will have it, I have a crust on me. My last one, but—your need is greater than mine. Eat, I pray.
QUEEN. Th-thank you, sir.
RED PRINCE. Not at all. Come, eat. Let me have the pleasure of seeing you eating.
QUEEN. M-might I take it home with me, pretty gentleman?