Moss-Rose.
Oh, mother, father, I had such a dream! I dreamed that I was asleep!
The King.
Oh, my child, impossible! Though I believe I’ve had forty winks myself! What were we saying, love?
The Queen.
About our daughter’s future. You know it’s time we thought of a suitable, ahem!
The Chancellor.
A suitable alliance, madam! I was just running over the list of marriageable princes!
The Gardener.
[Waking.] Eh, a bonny bush from a wee slip!