4th Prince: But that would be stealing.
Ogre: What else would it be?
4th Prince: But that is wrong. It is against the law.
Ogre: The law! That is the Judge's trade.
Breaking it is mine.
5th Prince: Ask him for it and maybe he will
give it to you, he is so kind.
Ogre: I'll take no charity! What I get I'll
earn by taking it. I would feel no pleasure it being
given to me, any more than a huntsman would
take pleasure being made a present of a dead fox,
in place of getting a run across country after it.
Come on now! We'll have the moon wasted.
We'll hardly get there before the dawn of day.
1st Prince: Whatever time you get there the
Guardian will be awake. There is a cock of Denmark
perched on the curtain rod of his bed,
specially to waken him if there is any stir.
Ogre: There is, is there? What a fool you
think me to be. Do you see that pot?
2nd Prince: We do see it.
Ogre: Look what there is in it.