What is it you know? Why won't
you say one word?

_Nurse_: He put me under spells.... There
now, my tongue turned with the word to be dumb.

_Taig: (At the window.)_ Not a fear of me,
Queen. It won't be long till I bring the Princess
around.

_Princess_: I will not stay! Keep him here till
I will hide myself out of sight! _(Goes.)_

_Taig: (Coming in.)_ They told me the Princess
was in it.

_Nurse_: She has good sense, she is in some other
place.

_Taig: (Sitting down.)_ Go call her to me.

_Nurse_: Who is it I will call her for?

_Taig_: For myself. You know who I am.

_Nurse_: My grief that I do not!

_Taig_: I am the King of Sorcha.

_Nurse_: If you say that lie again there will blisters
rise up on your face.

_Taig_: Take care what you are saying, you
hag!

_Nurse_: I know well what I am saying. I have
good judgment between the noble and the mean
blood of the world.

_Taig_: The Kings of Sorcha have high, noble
blood.

_Nurse_: If they have, there is not so much of
it in you as would redden a rib of scutch-grass.

_Taig_: You are crazed with folly and age.

_Nurse_: No, but I have my wits good enough.
You ought to be as slippery as a living eel, I'll
get satisfaction on you yet! I'll show out who
you are!

_Taig_: Who am I so?

_Nurse_: That is what I have to get knowledge
of, if I must ask it at the mouth of cold hell!

_Taig_: Do your best! I dare you!

_Nurse_: I will save my darling from you as sure
as there's rocks on the strand! A girl that refused
sons of the kings of the world!

_Taig_: And I will drag your darling from you
as sure as there's foxes in Oughtmana!

_Nurse_: Oughtmana ...Is that now your living
place?

_Taig_: It is not.... I told you I came from
the far-off kingdom of Sorcha. Look at my cloak
that has on it the sign of the risen sun!

_Nurse_: Cloaks and suits and fringes. You have
a great deal of talk of them.... Have you e'er a
needle around you, or a shears?

_Taig: (His hand goes to breast of coat, but he