_Nurse:_ Where's the use troubling her with
lessons and with books that maybe she will never
be in need of at all. Speak up for her, King.

_King:_ Let her stop for this year as she is.

_Queen:_ You are all too soft and too easy. She
will turn on you and will blame you for it, and
another year or two years slipped by.

_Nurse:_ That she may!

_Dall Glic:_ Who knows what might take place
within the twelvemonth that is coming?

_King:_ Ah, don't be talking about it. Maybe
it never might come to pass.

_Dall Glic_: It will come to pass, if there is truth
in the clouds of sky.

_King_: It will not be for a year, anyway. There'll
be many an ebbing and flowing of the tide within
a year.

_Queen_: What at all are you talking about?

_King_: Ah, where's the use of talking too
much.