_Queen_: It is right for me to tell it; it is true
telling! You not to be married and wed by this
day twelvemonth, there will be a terrible thing
happen you ...

_Nurse_: Be quiet! Don't you see Fintan himself
looking in the window!

_King_: Fintan! What is it bring you here
on this day?

_Fintan: (A very old man in strange clothes at
window.)_ What brings me is to put my curse
upon the whole tribe of kitchen boys that are gone
and vanished out of this, without bringing me my
request, that was a bit of rendered lard that would
limber the swivel of my spy-glass, that is clogged
with the dripping of the cave.

_Nurse_: And you have no bad news?

_Queen_: Nothing to say on the head of the
Princess, this being, as it is, her birthday?

_Fintan_: What birthday? This is not a birthday
that signifies. It is the next will be the birthday
concerned with the great story that is foretold.

_Queen_: It is right for her to know it.