Queen: He maybe got a weakness.
King: He did, maybe, of courage. Shaking
and shivering, he is like a hen in thunder. In my
opinion, he is hiding from the fight.
Queen: There is the Prince of the Marshes
going out now, and his coach after him! And
his two aunts sitting in it and screeching to him
not to run into danger!
King: He will not do much. He has not pith
or power to handle arms. That sort brings a bad
name on kings.
Dall Glic: He is gone away from the coach.
He is facing to the flaggy shore!
Queen: Oh, the Dragon has put up his head
and is spitting at him!
King: He has cast a spear into its jaw! Good man!
(Princess goes over to window.)
Dall Glic: He is casting another! His hand
shook ...it did not go straight. He is gone
on again! He has cast another spear! It should
hit the beast ...it let a roar!
Princess: Good little Prince! What way is
the battle now?