No, no! Let us call her after the queen of flowers, rose! And as the gardener was just setting out one when the frog accosted me, why not Moss-Rose?
All.
Oh, yes; Moss-Rose! Princess Moss-Rose!
The King.
I like that! There’s something soft and tender about it! It moves me to tears, or at least to a tear! That is, if the Lord High Chancellor has no objection, and I can find my pocket-handkerchief!
The Chancellor.
Tears on the part of Your Majesty are quite appropriate! Let the Court Chronicler note that the King shed tears!
The King.
A tear ... a single one! I insist that history shall not be falsified!
The Chancellor.