Gon. Are our sports ready? is the prince at hand?
Herc. The prince is now arrived at the court gate. 610
Gon. What means our daughter’s breathless haste?
Enter Dulcimel in haste.
Dul. O my princely father, now or never let your princely wisdom appear!
Gon. Fear not, our daughter, if it rest within human reason, I warrant thee; no, I warrant thee, Granuffo, if it rest in man’s capacity. Speak, dear daughter.
Dul. My lord, the prince——
Gon. The prince, what of him, dear daughter?
Dul. O Lord, what wisdom our good parents need to shield their chickens from deceits and wiles of kite-like youth! 621
Gon. Her very phrase displays whose child she is.