Kitchen: There's some one at the door. (They stand trembling.)
Cooklet: Oh, it sounds like a man!
Head Cook (excitedly): A man—my scullions—they have retur-r-rned to me!
Cooklet: The scullions! Saved! (Runs to door R; opens it.)
Kitchen: Oh, it's only a beggar! Be off! (About to shut door.)
Prince (outside): Nay, mistress, I come in search of work!
(Enter Prince Fairasday, disguised in ragged tunic. He is red-haired, and very handsome.)
Cooklet: Work! O sir, here is a scullion for you!
Head Cook: Tut, tut, tut! Zat is for me to say, impertinence! You may come in, young man. (Prince comes down stage. Cook seats himself importantly at table.) Now! Why have you come so late to ask for work?
Prince: I lost my way in the forest.