My stars, what an extraordinary coincidence!
All.
[Interested.] Eh? What’s that?
The Frog.
Speaking of such things—Excuse me. [He breaks off, and skipping toward the entrance, croaks very loud. He is answered by two smaller croaks, uttered by two small frogs, dressed like lackeys, who now enter, bearing a huge silver mug. This our Frog presents to the King and Queen, after a suitable explanation.] This little token ... oh, a mere trifle, but, as you observe, solid silver and richly chased ... I found it at the bottom of a pond! It was probably dropped there by some prehistoric princess when babies were larger than they are nowadays! I fancied it might come in useful, so took the liberty...!
The Queen.
How very, very kind!... My dear, isn’t it very, very kind?
The King.
Oh, very, very, very kind! Eh, my Lord High Chancellor?