Queen: You have a right to be ashamed of
yourself and your play-game. It's easy for you
to go joking, having neither cark nor care: that
is no way to treat the second best match in Ireland!
King: You were saying you had your mind
made up to take him.
Princess: It failed me to do it! Himself and
his counsellors and his seven aunts!
Queen: He will give out that you are crazed
and mad.
Princess: He will be thankful to his life's end
to have got free of me!
King: I don't know. It seemed to me he
was better pleased with you in the finish than
in the commencement. But I'm in dread his
father may not be well pleased.
Princess: (Patting him.) Which now of the
two of you is the most to be pitied? He to
have such a timid son or you to have such an unruly
daughter?
Queen: It is likely he will make an attack on
you. There was a war made by the King of Britain
on the head of a terrier pup that was sent to him
and that made away on the road following hares.
It's best for you to make ready to put yourself at
the head of your troop.
King: It's long since I went into my battle
dress. I'm in dread it would not close upon my
chest.
Queen: Ah, it might, so soon as you would
go through a few hardships in the fight.