QUEEN (interrupting). But first she must spin all my flax. There are three rooms full of it—from top to bottom.
ISABEL (showing alarm). Three rooms full!
QUEEN (nodding). Aye, my dear, and when you have spun it all, you shall become a princess!
(Turning to the Dame.)
Bring your daughter to my castle to-morrow.
DAME (bowing). Yes, your Majesty.
QUEEN (going). To-morrow, mind you.
DAME (bowing). Yes, your Majesty.
[All bow to the Queen, who goes.]
ISABEL. Mother, how could you tell the Queen I love to spin?