the head of your troop.

_King_: It's long since I went into my battle
dress. I'm in dread it would not close upon my
chest.

_Queen_: Ah, it might, so soon as you would
go through a few hardships in the fight.

_King_: If the rest of Adam's race was of my
opinion there'd be no fighting in the world at
all.

_Queen_: It is this child's stubbornness is leading
you into it. Go out, Nuala, after the Prince. Tell
him you are sorry you made a fool of him.

_Princess_: He was that before--thinking to
put me sitting and sewing in a cushioned chair,
listening to stories of kings making a slaughter
of one another.

_Queen_: Tell him you have changed your mind,
that you were but funning; that you will wed
with him yet.

_Princess_: I would sooner wed with the King
of Poison! I to have to go to his kingdom, I'd
sooner go earning my wages footing turf, with a
skirt of heavy flannel and a dress of the grey frieze!