CINDERELLA (simply). I accepts.
KING (when the uproar has ceased). All make merry! The fire is going low. (Recklessly.) In with another shilling!
(A shilling is dumped into the shilling-in-the-slot stove, which blazes up. The PRINCE puts his arm round his love.)
LORD TIMES (again remembering his day of days). My Prince, not so fast. There is still the riddle.
PRINCE. I had forgotten.
CINDERELLA (quaking). I was feared there would be a riddle.
KING (prompted by LORD TIMES). Know ye all, my subjects, that before blue blood can wed there is a riddle; and she who cannot guess it—(darkly) is taken away and censored.
(The CENSOR with his axe comes into sudden prominence behind CINDERELLA and the two other competitors.)
My Lord Times, the riddle!