the gout, and roaring out in your pain.

_King_: I tell you my generations have enough
done of fasting and for making little of the juicy
meats of the world.

_Queen_: And the waste of it! Goose eggs and
jellies.... That much would furnish out a dinner
for the whole of the King of Alban's Court.
_King_: Ah, I wouldn't wish to be using anything
at all, only for to gather strength for to steer
the business of the whole of the kingdom!

_Queen_: Have you enough ate now, my dear?
Are you satisfied?

_King:_ I am not. I would wish for a little taste
of that saffron cake having in it raisins of the sun.

_Queen_: Saffron! Are you raving? You to
have within you any of the four-and-twenty sicknesses
of the race, it would throw it out in red
blisters on your skin.

_King_: Let me just taste one little slab of that
venison ham.

_Queen: (Poking with a fork.)_ It would take
seven chewings! Sudden death it would be!
Leave it alone now and rise up. To keep in health