, and to have a view of the ocean that is beyond.

_5th Prince_: I am hungry. I wonder where we
will get our supper.

_4th Prince_: Not in this place, anyway, it must
be making ready in some big guesthouse.

_3rd, Prince_: What will they give us, I wonder?

_2nd Prince_: I wish we had in our hand what
they have ready for us at home.

_1st Prince_: What use would it be to us? Do
you remember what we asked to be given, some
jellies and a few grapes? It is not that much
would satisfy me now.

_2nd Prince_: Indeed it would not. I never felt
so sharp a hunger in my longest memory.

_3rd Prince_: It is roasted meat I would wish for.

_4th Prince_: There were pigeons in the tall
trees. They will maybe give us a pigeon pie.

_5th Prince_: I would be content with a plate of
minced turkey with poached eggs.

_1st Prince_: I would sooner have a roasted
chicken, with bread sauce.

_2nd Prince_: Be quiet.... I think I hear someone
coming! _(Looks out.)_

_3rd Prince: (Looking out.)_ I see him. He is not
a right man ...he is very strange looking....

_4th Prince: (Looking out.)_ Oh! It is an Ogre!
A Grugach!

_(All shrink back and hurriedly put on masks.)_

_Ogre: (Coming in: he wears a frightful mask, has
red hair and a cloak of rough skins and carries a
whip with many lashes_.) What makes ye late to-night,
ye young schemers? What was it delayed
ye? Lagging along the road.

_1st Prince_: We came as fast as we could. It
was getting dusk in the wood.

_Ogre_: Dusk, good morrow to you! I'll dusk
ye! I had a mind to go after ye and to change
myself into the form of a wolf, and catch a hold of
ye with my long sharp teeth!

_2nd Prince_: We did not know there was any
great hurry.

_Ogre_: There is always hurry when you are on
my messages. What did I bring you away from
your own house for and put ye on the shaughraun
for and keep ye wandering, if it was not to be
serviceable and helpful to myself. Show me now
what ye have in your pocket or your bag.

_3rd Prince_: This is all we got in the bag. (_Holds
it out_.) It is but very little.

_Ogre_: (_Turning it out and counting it_.) Coppers!
Silver! What is this? A piece of gold! Is that
what ye call little? What notions ye have! Take
care did ye keep any of it back! If ye did I'll
skin ye with the lash of my cat-o'-nine-tails.
(_Shakes it_.)

_4th Prince_: That is all we got. It should maybe
pay for our supper in some place.

_Ogre_: What supper? To