Ogre: What!
4th Prince: We would wish to light the fire.
Ogre: Well, do so.
5th Prince: If we had a box of matches....
Ogre: Matches! What are you talking about?
Matches won't be invented for the next seven
hundred years.
1st Prince: What can we do then, we are starving
with hunger.
Ogre: Let ye blow a breath upon a coal under
the ashes, and bring in small sticks from the wood.
2nd Prince: (Blowing.) The ashes are choking me.
Ogre: Very good. Then you'll put no delay
on me, waiting till you'll cook your supper.
3rd Prince: Where can we get it then?