ng to one side. He is come
to a stop.

_Dall Glic_: It seems to me he is ready to fall in
his standing. He is gone into a little thicket of
furze. He is not coming out, but is lying crouched
up in it the same as a hare in a tuft. I can see his
shoulders narrowed up.

_Queen_: He maybe got a weakness.

_King_: He did, maybe, of courage. Shaking
and shivering, he is like a hen in thunder. In my
opinion, he is hiding from the fight.

_Queen_: There is the Prince of the Marshes
going out now, and his coach after him! And
his two aunts sitting in it and screeching to him
not to run into danger!

_King_: He will not do much. He has not pith
or power to handle arms. That sort brings a bad
name on kings.

_Dall Glic_: He is gone away from the coach.
He is facing to the flaggy shore!

_Queen_: Oh, the Dragon has put up his head
and is spitting at him!

_King_: He has cast a spear into its jaw! Good man!

_(Princess goes over to window.)_

_Dall Glic_: He is casting another! His hand
shook ...it did not go straight. He is gone
on again! He has cast another spear! It should
hit the beast ...it let a roar!

_Princess_: Good little Prince! What way is
the battle now?

_Dall Glic_: It will kill him with its fiery breath!
He is running now ...he is stumbling ...the
Dragon is after him! He is up again! The two
Aunts have pushed him into the coach and have
closed the iron door.

_King_: It will fail the beast to swallow him coach
and all. It is gone back to refresh itself in the sea.
You can hear it puffing and plunging!

_Queen_: There is nothing to stop it now. _(To
Princess.)_ If you have e'er a prayer, now is the
time to say it.

_Dall Glic_: Stop a minute ...there is another
champion going out.

_King_: A man wearing a saffron suit ...who
is he at all? He has the look of one used to giving
orders.

_Princess: (Looking out.)_ Oh! he is but going
to his death. It would be better for me to throw
myself into the tide and make an end of it.

_(Is rushing to door.)_

_King: (Holding her.)_ He is drawing his sword.
Himself and the Dragon are thrusting at one
another on the flags!

_Princess_: Oh, close the curtains! Shut out the
sound of the battle.

_(Dall Glic closes curtains.)_

_King_: Strike up now a tune of music that will
deafen the sound!

_(Orchestra plays. Princess is kneeling by
King. Music changes from discord to
victory. Two Aunts and Gateman rush
in. Noise of cheering heard with