his cloak and coat.)_
Here, I bestow these to you. If you were a while
ago a tailor among kings, from this out you will
be a king among tailors.
_Sibby: (Curtseying.)_ Well, then, my thousand
blessings on you! He'll be as proud as the world
of that. Now, Taig, you'll be as dressed up as the
best of them! Come on now to Oughtmana, as
it is long till you'll quit it.
_(They go towards door.)_
_Dragon: (Putting his head in at window.)_ Manus,
King of Sorcha, I am starved with the want of food.
Give me a bit to eat.
_Fintan_: He is not put down! He will devour
the whole of us! I'd sooner face a bullet and
ten guns!
_Dragon_: It is not mannerly to eat without
being invited. Is it any harm to ask where will
I find a meal will suit me?
_Princess_: Oh, does he ask to make a meal of
me, after all?
_Dragon_: I am hungry and dancing with the
hunger! It was you, Manus, stopped me from the
one meal. Let you set before me another.
_King_: There is reason in that. Drive up now
for him a bullock from the meadow.
_Dragon_: Manus, it is not bullocks I am craving,
since the time you changed the heart within me
for the heart of a little squirrel of the wood.
_Manus: (Taking a cocoa-nut from table.)_ Here
is a nut from the island of Lanka, that is called
Adam's Paradise. Milk there is in it, and a kernel
as white as snow.
_(He throws it out. Dragon is heard crunching.)_
_Dragon: (Putting head in again.)_ More! Give
me more of them! Give them out to me by the
dozen and by the score!
_Manus_: You must go seek them in the east of
the world, where you can gather them in bushels
on the strand.
_Dragon_: So I will go there! I'll make no delay!
I give you my word, I'd sooner one of them than
to be cracking the skulls of kings' daughters, and
the blood running down my jaws. Blood! Ugh!
It would disgust me! I'm in dread it would cause
vomiting. That and to have the plaits of hair
tickling and tormenting my gullet!
_Princess_: (_Claps hands_.) That is good hearing,
and a great change of heart.
_Dragon_: But if it's a tame dragon I am from this
out, I'm thinking it's best for me to make away
before you know it, or it's likely you'll be yoking
me to harrow the clods, or to be dragging the
water-car from the spring well. So good-bye the
whole of ye, and get to your supper. Much good
may it do you! I give you my word there is
nothing in the universe I despise, only the flesh-eaters
of Adam's race!
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