Robin. Well, perhaps we'll have a better chance to-day.
Walter. Yes, there aren't so many of us to choose from.
Gilbert. I suppose the boys that get in there can have all the tops and balls they want.
Robin. Every day in the year.
Walter. Why, all you'd have to do would be to pick them!
Mistress Longlane [looking out L.]. Why, what's this coming down the road?
Mistress Spinning. Why, mercy on us, 'tis the Prince. He must be coming to try the examination.
Children [in hushed voices, crowding to see, peeping over each other's shoulders]. The Prince! The Prince! The Prince!
[Enter Courtier.