3rd Prince: Nothing but a few bare bones.
Ogre: Well, that is all that is left of the Judge's
cock of Denmark, that was brought to me awhile
ago by a fox that is my messenger, and that I have
boiled and ate and devoured.
All the Princes: O! O! O!
Ogre: (Cracking his whip.) He was boiled in
the little pot. Come on now and lead the way, or
I give you my word it is in the big pot your own
bones will be making broth for my breakfast in the
morning! (Cracks whip.) Now, right about face!
Quick march!
CURTAIN
SCENE II
(The Winter Garden, evening. The Servant
settling benches and a table.)
Guardian: (Coming in.) Are the Dowager
Messengers come? They are late.
Servant: They are come. They are at the
looking-glasses settling themselves.