Queen:  Leave me alone!  Myself and the Dall Glic will take means to rid you of that lad from the oven.  I’ll send in now to you the King of Sorcha.  Let you show civility to him, and the wedding day will be to-morrow.

Princess:  I will not see him, I will have nothing to do with him; I tell you if he had the rents of the whole world I would not go with him by day or by night, on foot or on horseback, in light or in darkness, in company or alone!

(Queen has gone while she cries this out.)

Nurse:  The luck of the seven Saturdays on himself and on the Queen!

Princess:  Oh, Muime, do not let him come near me!  Have you no way to help me?

Nurse:  It’s myself that could help you if I was not under bonds not to speak!

Princess:  What is it you know?  Why won’t you say one word?

Nurse:  He put me under spells....  There now, my tongue turned with the word to be dumb.

Taig:  (At the window.) Not a fear of me, Queen.  It won’t be long till I bring the Princess around.

Princess:  I will not stay!  Keep him here till I will hide myself out of sight! (Goes.)

Taig:  (Coming in.) They told me the Princess was in it.

Nurse:  She has good sense, she is in some other place.

Taig:  (Sitting down.) Go call her to me.

Nurse:  Who is it I will call her for?

Taig:  For myself.  You know who I am.

Nurse:  My grief that I do not!

Taig:  I am the King of Sorcha.

Nurse:  If you say that lie again there will blisters rise up on your face.

Taig:  Take care what you are saying, you hag!

Nurse:  I know well what I am saying.  I have good judgment between the noble and the mean blood of the world.

Taig:  The Kings of Sorcha have high, noble blood.

Nurse:  If they have, there is not so much of it in you as would redden a rib of scutch-grass.

Taig:  You are crazed with folly and age.

Nurse:  No, but I have my wits good enough.  You ought to be as slippery as a living eel, I’ll get satisfaction on you yet!  I’ll show out who you are!

Taig:  Who am I so?

Nurse:  That is what I have to get knowledge of, if I must ask it at the mouth of cold hell!

Taig:  Do your best!  I dare you!

Nurse:  I will save my darling from you as sure as there’s rocks on the strand!  A girl that refused sons of the kings of the world!

Taig:  And I will drag your darling from you as sure as there’s foxes in Oughtmana!

Nurse:  Oughtmana ...Is that now your living place?

Taig:  It is not....  I told you I came from the far-off kingdom of Sorcha.  Look at my cloak that has on it the sign of the risen sun!