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 meal standing,
the same as a crane in a shallow, or moving from
tuft to thistle like you'd see a jennet on the high
road?

_Queen_: Well, at the least, let you drink down
a share of this tansy juice. I was telling you it
would be answerable to your health.

_King_: You are doing entirely too much for me.

_Queen_: Sure I am here to be comfortable to
you. This house before I came into it was but
a ship without a rudder! Here now, take the
spoon in your hand.

_Dall Glic_: Leave it there, Queen, and I'll
engage he'll swallow it down bye-and-bye.

_Queen_: Is it that _you_ are meddling, Dall Glic?
It is time some person took you in hand. I wonder
now could that dark