tirely!
But what I was saying all through, there was
something beyond the common in that boy!

_Queen: (To Princess, who is clinging to chair.)_
Let you be comforted now, knowing he cannot
come back to lay claim to you in marriage, as it
is likely he would, and he living.

_Princess_: It is he saved me after my unkindness!...
Oh, I am ashamed ...ashamed!

_Queen_: It is a queer thing a king's daughter
to be crying after a man used to twisting the spit
in place of weapons, and over skivers in the place
of a sword!

_Princess: (Gropes and totters.)_ What has happened?
There is something gone astray! I have
no respect for myself.... I cannot live! I am
ashamed. Where is Nurse? Muime! Come to
me, Muime!...My grief! The man that died
for me, whether he is of the noble or the simple
of the world, it is to him I have given the love of
my soul!

_(Dall Glic supports her and lays her on
window seat.)_

_Nurse: (Rushing in.)_ What is it, honey?
What at all are they after doing to you?

_Queen_: Throw over her a skillet of water. She
is gone into a faint.

_Dall Glic: (Who is bending over her.)_ She is
in no faint. She is gone out.

_Nurse_: Oh, my child and my darling! What
call had I to leave you among them at all?

_King_: Raise her up. It is impossible she can
be gone.

_Dall Glic_: Gone out and spent, as sudden as
a candle in a blast of wind.

_King_: Who would think grief would do away
with her so sudden, there to be seven of the like
of him dead?

_Nurse: (Rises.)_ What did you do to her at all,
at all? Or was it through the fright and terror
of the beast?

_Queen_: She died of the heartbreak, being told
that the strange champion that had put down the
Dragon was killed dead.

_Nurse_: Killed, is it? Who now put that lie
out of his mouth? _(Shouts in her ear.)_ What
would ail him to be dead? It is myself can tell
you the true story. No man in Ireland ever was
half as good as him! It was himself mastered the
beast and dragged the heart out of him and forced
down a squirrel's heart in its place, and slapped a
bridle on him. And he himself did but stagger
and go to his knees in the heat and drunkenness
of the battle, and rose up after as good as ever he
was! It is out putting ointments on him that I
was up to this, and healing up his cuts and wounds!
Oh, what ails you, honey, that you will not waken?

_Queen_: She thought it to be a champion and a
high up man that had died for her sake. It i