Nurse: Oh, you wouldn't send away the poor
child!
Dall Glic: It would be a great hardship to
send her so far. Our poor little Princess Nu!
Queen: (Sharply.) What are saying? (Dall
Glic is silent.)
King: I would not wish her to be sent out
of this.
Queen: There is no other way to set her mind
to sense and learning. It will be for her own
good.
Nurse: Where's the use troubling her with
lessons and with books that maybe she will never
be in need of at all. Speak up for her, King.
King: Let her stop for this year as she is.
Queen: You are all too soft and too easy. She
will turn on you and will blame you for it, and
another year or two years slipped by.
Nurse: That she may!
Dall Glic: Who knows what might take place
within the twelvemonth that is coming?