1st Prince: Oh, yes, there is something; I have
felt it all the morning. I have been thinking this
long time of taking the shoe off, but I waited for
you.
Servant: All I can find is a grain of poppy seed.
1st Prince: That is it of course—it was enough
to hurt my skin.
2nd Prince: Gillie, there is a mayfly tickling
my cheek. Will you please brush it away.
Servant: I will and welcome. (Fans it off.)
3rd Prince: Just give me, please, that book
that is near my elbow. I cannot reach to it without
taking my hand off my cheek.
Servant: I wouldn't wish you to do that.
(Gives him book.)
4th Prince: Gillie, I think, I am nearly sure,
there is a feather in this cushion that has the quill
in it yet. I feel something hard.
Servant: Give it to me till I will open it and
make a search.
4th Prince: No, wait a while till I am not lying
on it. I will put up with the discomfort till then.