Queen: (Poking with a fork.) It would take
seven chewings! Sudden death it would be!
Leave it alone now and rise up. To keep in health
every man should quit the table before he is satisfied
—there are some would walk to the door and back
with every bite.
King: Is it that I am to eat my meal standing,
the same as a crane in a shallow, or moving from
tuft to thistle like you'd see a jennet on the high
road?
Queen: Well, at the least, let you drink down
a share of this tansy juice. I was telling you it
would be answerable to your health.
King: You are doing entirely too much for me.
Queen: Sure I am here to be comfortable to
you. This house before I came into it was but
a ship without a rudder! Here now, take the
spoon in your hand.
Dall Glic: Leave it there, Queen, and I'll
engage he'll swallow it down bye-and-bye.
Queen: Is it that you are meddling, Dall Glic?
It is time some person took you in hand. I wonder
now could that dark eye of yours be cured?
Dall Glic: It is given in that it can not, by
doctors and by druids.
Queen: That is a pity now, it gives you a sort
of a one-sided look. It might not be so hard a
thing to put out the sight of the other.
Dall Glic: I'd sooner leave them the way they
are.