Nurse: Ah, you will not be saying that the
time Mr. Right will come down the chimney,
and will give you the marks and tokens of a king.
Queen: There might have some come looking
for her before this, if it was not for you petting
and pampering her the way you do, and encouraging
her flightiness and follies. It is likely she will get
no offers till such time as I will have taught her
the manners and the right customs of courts.
Nurse: Sure I am acquainted with courts myself.
Wasn't it I fostered comely Manus that is presently
King of Sorcha, since his father went out of the
world? And as to lovers coming to look for her!
They do be coming up to this as plenty as the eye
could hold them, and she refusing them, and they
laying the blame upon the King!
King: That is so, they laying the blame upon
myself. There was the uncle of the King of
Leinster; he never sent me another car-load of
asparagus from the time you banished him away.
Princess: He was a widower man.
King: As to the heir of Orkney, since the time
you sent him to the right about, I never got so
much as a conger eel from his hand.
Princess: As dull as a fish he was. He had a
fish's eyes.
King: That wasn't so with the champion of
the merings of Ulster.
Princess: A freckled man. He had hair the
colour of a fox.
King: I wish he didn't stop sending me his
tribute of heather beer.