And for the losing of our daughter dear.
Suitors.—
Good Gracious! (Low to each other.)
King.—
(Impatiently.) Well!—be quick!—here is our crown.
Out with your money, now, and put it down.
(King holds crown behind him. Suitors all advance, and put in money.)
’Tis our unfailing custom—ever since
The time when we became a Sovereign Prince,
And had a daughter with enough good looks