ing around my head, giving out every
class of cry and call.

_King_: So they would too.

_Queen_: The royal eagles stirred up till I must
quit the place with their squawking, and the
enchanted swans raising up their heads and pecking
at the beadwork on my gown.

_King_: Ah, she has a wish for the birds of the air,
that are by nature light and airy the same as herself.

_Queen:_ It is time for her to turn her mind
to good sense. What's that? (_Whipping cloth
from tray_.) Is it that you are eating again, and
it is but one half-hour since your breakfast?

_King_: Ah, that wasn't a breakfast you'd call
a breakfast.

_Queen_: Very healthy food, oaten meal flummery
with whey, and a griddle-cake; dandelion tea
and sorrel from the field.

_King_: My old fathers ate their enough of wild
herbs and the like in the early time of the world.
I'm thinking that it is in my nature to require a
good share of nourishment as if to make up for the
hardships they went through.

_Queen_: What now have you within that pastry
wall?

_King_: It is but a little leveret pie.

_Queen: (Poking with fork.)_ Leveret! What's
this in it? The thickness of a blanket of beef;
calves' sweetbreads; cocks' combs; balls mixed
with livers and with spice. You to so much as
taste of it, you'll be crippled and crappled with
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
every man should quit the table before he is satisfied
--there are some would walk to the door and back
with every bite.

_King_: Is it that I am to eat my