I am only after making
it out on the moment!

_King_: A plot against the lad of the saucepans?

_Nurse_: That's it! That's it! Open now the door!

_King: (Putting a cushion over each ear and
settling himself to sleep.)_ Tell away and welcome!

_(Shuts eyes.)_

_Nurse_: That's right! You're listening. Give
heed now. That schemer came a while ago letting
on to be the King of Sorcha is no such thing! What
do you say?...Maybe you knew it before?
I wonder the Dall Glic not to have seen that for
himself with his one eye.... Maybe you don't
believe it? Well, I'll tell it out and prove it.
I have got sure word by running messenger that
came cross-cutting over the ridge of the hill....
That carrion that came in a coach, pressing to bring
away the Princess before nightfall, giving himself
out to be some great one, is no other than Taig the
Tailor, that should be called Taig the Twister,
down from his mother's house from Oughtmana,
that stole grand clothes which were left in the
mother's charge, he being out at the time cutting
cloth and shaping lies, and has himself dressed out
in them the way you'd take him to be King! _(King
has slumbered peacefully all through.)_ Now, what
do you say? Now, will you open the door?

_Queen: (Outside.)_ What call have you to
shouting and disturbing the King?

_Nurse_: I have good right and good reason to
disturb him!

_Queen_: Go away and let me open the door.

_Nurse_: I will go and welcome now; I have
told out my whole story to the King.

_Queen: (Shaking door.)_ Open the door, my
dear! It is I myself that is here! _(King looks
up, listens, shakes his head and sinks back.)_ Are
you there at all, or what is it ails you?

_Nurse_: He is there, and is after conversing
with myself.

_Queen: (Shaking again.)_ Let me in, my dear
King! Open! Open! Open! unless that the
falling sickness is come upon you, or that you are
maybe lying dead upon the floor!

_Nurse_: Not a dead in the world.

_Queen_: Go, Nurse, I tell you, bring the smith
from the anvil till he will break asunder the lock
of the door!

_(King annoyed, waddles to door and opens it
suddenly. Queen stumbles in.)_

_King_: What at all has taken place that you
come bawling and calling and disturbing my rest?

_Queen_: Oh! Are you sound and well? I was
in dread there did something come upon you,
when you gave no answer at all.

_King_: Am I bound to answer every call and
clamour the same as a hall-porter at t