Dall Glic:  He is near as big as a whale!

King:  He is, and bigger!

Queen:  I see him!  I see him!  He would seem to have seven heads!

Dall Glic:  I see but one.

Queen:  You would see more if you had your two eyes!  He has six heads at the least!

King:  He has but one.  He is twisting and turning it around.

Dall Glic:  He is coming up towards the flaggy shore!

King:  I hear him!  He is snoring like a flock of pigs!

Queen:  He is rearing his head in the air!  He has teeth as long as a tongs!

Doll Glic:  No, but his tail he is rearing up!  It would take a ladder forty feet long to get to the tip of it!

Queen:  There is the King of Sorcha going out the gate for to make an end of him.

Dall Glic:  So he is, too.  That is great bravery.

King:  He is going to one side.  He is come to a stop.

Dall Glic:  It seems to me he is ready to fall in his standing.  He is gone into a little thicket of furze.  He is not coming out, but is lying crouched up in it the same as a hare in a tuft.  I can see his shoulders narrowed up.

Queen:  He maybe got a weakness.

King:  He did, maybe, of courage.  Shaking and shivering, he is like a hen in thunder.  In my opinion, he is hiding from the fight.

Queen:  There is the Prince of the Marshes going out now, and his coach after him!  And his two aunts sitting in it and screeching to him not to run into danger!

King:  He will not do much.  He has not pith or power to handle arms.  That sort brings a bad name on kings.

Dall Glic:  He is gone away from the coach.  He is facing to the flaggy shore!

Queen:  Oh, the Dragon has put up his head and is spitting at him!

King:  He has cast a spear into its jaw!  Good man!

(Princess goes over to window.)

Dall Glic:  He is casting another!  His hand shook ...it did not go straight.  He is gone on again!  He has cast another spear!  It should hit the beast ...it let a roar!

Princess:  Good little Prince!  What way is the battle now?

Dall Glic:  It will kill him with its fiery breath!  He is running now ...he is stumbling ...the Dragon is after him!  He is up again!  The two Aunts have pushed him into the coach and have closed the iron door.

King:  It will fail the beast to swallow him coach and all.  It is gone back to refresh itself in the sea.  You can hear it puffing and plunging!

Queen:  There is nothing to stop it now. (To Princess.) If you have e’er a prayer, now is the time to say it.

Dall Glic:  Stop a minute ...there is another champion going out.

King:  A man wearing a saffron suit ...who is he at all?  He has the look of one used to giving orders.