Princess: She has set you against me with her talk!
Queen: (To King.) It is best for you to lay orders on her.
Princess: The King is not under your orders!
Queen: You are striving to make him give in to your own!
King: I will take orders from no one at all!
Queen: Bid her go bring back the Prince.
Princess: I say that I will not!
Queen: She is standing up against you! Will you give in to that?
King: I am bothered with the whole of you! I will give in to nothing at all!
Queen: Make her do your bidding so.
King: Can’t you do as you are told?
Princess: This concerns myself.
King: It does, and the whole of us.
Princess: Do you think you can force me to wed?
King: I do think it, and I will do it.
Princess: It will fail you!
King: It will not! I was too easy with you up to this.
Princess: Will you turn me out of the house?
King: I will give you my word, it is little but I will!
Princess: Then I have no home and no father! It is to my mother you must give an account. You know well it is with the first wife you will go at the Judgment!
Queen: Is it that you would make threats to the King? And put insults upon myself? Now she is daring and defying you! Let you put an end to it!
King: I will do that! (Stands up.) I swear by the oath my people swear by, the seven things common to us all; by sun and moon; sea and dew; wind and water; the hours of the day and night, I will give you in marriage and in wedlock to the first man that will come into the house!
Princess: (Shrinking as from a blow.) It is the Queen has done this.
Queen: I will give you out the reason, and see will you put blame on me or praise!
Nurse: Oh, let you stop and not draw it down upon her!
Queen: It is right for me to tell it; it is true telling! You not to be married and wed by this day twelvemonth, there will be a terrible thing happen you ...
Nurse: Be quiet! Don’t you see Fintan himself looking in the window!
King: Fintan! What is it bring you here on this day?
Fintan: (A very old man in strange clothes at window.) What brings me is to put my curse upon the whole tribe of kitchen boys that are gone and vanished out of this, without bringing me my request, that was a bit of rendered lard that would limber the swivel of my spy-glass, that is clogged with the dripping of the cave.
Nurse: And you have no bad news?
Queen: Nothing to say on the head of the Princess, this being, as it is, her birthday?