(Prince slowly sits up holding his hand to his side.)
Good evening, sir. (Curtesying.)
Prince Doodle. Good evening. How d’ye do?
(Rises with difficulty and comes forward.)
Where am I? Who are you? What’s this? (Feels water.) It’s water!
Mona. This is the Norway coast, and I’m its daughter.
Young sir, you’re wet! your coat——
Might be a better ’un.
I’m young; but still you won’t find here a wetter ’un.
Mona. Tell me your tale, for stories I love well.