King: If the rest of Adam's race was of my
opinion there'd be no fighting in the world at
all.
Queen: It is this child's stubbornness is leading
you into it. Go out, Nuala, after the Prince. Tell
him you are sorry you made a fool of him.
Princess: He was that before—thinking to
put me sitting and sewing in a cushioned chair,
listening to stories of kings making a slaughter
of one another.
Queen: Tell him you have changed your mind,
that you were but funning; that you will wed
with him yet.
Princess: I would sooner wed with the King
of Poison! I to have to go to his kingdom, I'd
sooner go earning my wages footing turf, with a
skirt of heavy flannel and a dress of the grey frieze!
Himself and his bogs and his frogs!
Queen: I tell you it is time for you to take a
husband.
Princess: You said that before! And I was
giving in a while ago, and I felt the blood of my
heart to be rising against it! And I will not give
in to you again! It is my own business and I will
take my own way.
Queen: (To King.) This is all one with the
raving of a hag against heaven!
King: What the Queen is saying is right. Try
now and come around to it.
Princess: She has set you against me with her
talk!