So sweet of him when he had already given the mug!
The Frog.
Oh, don’t mention it! What godfather under like circumstances would not do the same? I could not unwish the old hag’s wish, but at least it was within my humble powers to modify it!
The Chancellor.
[Referring to the volume.] Sir Amphibious fortunately was able to cross out the unpleasant word die and substitute for it, sleep for a term not exceeding one hundred years!
The Frog.
That’s it! A mere bagatelle, one hundred years, when measured up with eternity, eh, what!
The King.
But, even so, do we want the light of our eyes and sunshine of our lives suspended for a century!
All.