Gama. (bashfully).Oh, go along,
You naughty girl—why, I’m a married man!
But I’ve three sons—see, ladies—here they are—
Fine fellows—young and muscular and brave.
They’ll meet you, if you will. Come, what d’ye say?
Arac. Ay, pretty ones, engage yourselves with us,
If three rude warriors who have spent their lives
Hacking at enemies, affright you not!
Hilar. (to Gama). Old as you are, I’d wring your shriveled neck
If you were not the Princess Ida’s father!