King: Is it that I must give my daughter to
a lad that owns neither clod nor furrow? Whose
estate is but a shovel for the ashes and a tongs for
the red coals.
Queen: It is likely he is urged by the sting of
greed—it is but riches he is looking for.
King: I will not begrudge him his own asking
of silver and of gold!
Manus: Throw it out to the beggars on the
road! I would not take a copper half-penny!
I'll take nothing but what has come to me from
your own word!
(King bows his head.)
Princess: (Coming forward.) Then this battle
is not between you and an old king that is feeble,
but between yourself and myself.
Manus: I am sorry, Princess, if it must be a
battle.
Princess: You can never bring me away against
my will.
Manus: I said no word of doing that.
Princess: You think, so, I will go with you of
myself? The day I will do that will be the day
you empty the ocean!