WOODCUTTER (listening).  Somebody coming. (He peers through the trees and then says in surprise) The King!

PRINCESS.  Oh!  I must fly!

WOODCUTTER.  But you’ll come back?

PRINCESS.  Perhaps.

    [She disappears quickly through the trees.

(The WOODCUTTER goes on with his work and is discovered at it a minute later by the KING and QUEEN.)

KING (puffing).  Ah! and a seat all ready for us.  How satisfying. (They sit down, a distinguished couple—­reading from left to right, “KING, QUEEN”—­on a bench outside the WOODCUTTER’S hut.)

QUEEN (crossly—­she was like that).  I don’t know why you dragged me here.

KING.  As I told you, my love, to be alone.

QUEEN.  Well, you aren’t alone. (She indicates the WOODCUTTER.)

KING.  Pooh, he doesn’t matter. . . .  Well now, about these three Princes.  They are getting on my mind rather.  It is time we decided which one of them is to marry our beloved child.  The trouble is to choose between them.

QUEEN.  As regards appetite, there is nothing to choose between them. 
They are three of the heartiest eaters I have met for some time.

KING.  You are right.  The sooner we choose one of them, and send the other two about their business, the better. (Reflectively) There were six peaches on the breakfast-table this morning.  Did I get one?  No.

QUEEN.  Did I get one?  No.

KING.  Did our darling child get one—­not that it matters?  No.

QUEEN.  It is a pity that the seven-headed bull died last year.

KING.  Yes, he had a way of sorting out competitors for the hand of our beloved one that was beyond all praise.  One could have felt quite sure that, had the three competitors been introduced to him, only one of them would have taken any further interest in the matter.

QUEEN (always the housekeeper).  And even he mightn’t have taken any interest in his meals.

KING (with a sigh).  However, those days are over.  We must think of a new test.  Somehow I think that, in a son-in-law, moral worth is even more to be desired than mere brute strength.  Now my suggestion is this:  that you should disguise yourself as a beggar woman and approach each of the three princes in turn, supplicating their charity.  In this way we shall discover which of the three has the kindest heart.  What do you say, my dear?

QUEEN.  An excellent plan.  If you remember, I suggested it myself yesterday.

KING (annoyed).  Well, of course, it had been in my mind for some time.  I don’t claim that the idea is original; it has often been done in our family. (Getting up) Well then, if you will get ready, my dear, I will go and find our three friends and see that they come this way.

    [They go out together.

(As soon as they are out of sight the PRINCESS comes back.)

PRINCESS.  Well, Woodcutter, what did I tell you?