Chuchurumbo. You are out of your heads, and I shall never be able to get you married, and you will ruin my kingdom.
Third Daughter. Oh, look! Look! Here comes a handsome young man.
Eldest Daughter. Yes, here he comes.
Second Daughter. It must be the Blue Prince who is travelling through the world, so they say, in search of an education.
Eldest Daughter. And to get married.
Third Daughter. And have a good time.
Chuchurumbo. If it indeed be he, he shall be welcome, for the King, his father, is my friend and ally, and I should like nothing better than to marry him to one of my children. Be very careful not to do anything to frighten him away, or by the fourteen points of my crown, I will end by doing to you as the people say:
I will jug you all in bed…"
The Prince enters.
Prince. Hail, great King! Beautiful Princesses, hail! Is this the palace of King Chuchurumbo?
Third Daughter. [Aside] The more you look, the less you see. The boy is a numskull!
Chuchurumbo. [Aside] Be prudent and remember your manners. [Aloud] I am King Chuchurumbo, the ninety and ninth of that name, but a duplicate, as I am the second of that number. I have been unwilling in prolonging the line to require my subjects to count above a hundred. This is my palace, and these are my three daughters. And you, my amiable young man, who are you?
Prince. Do you know this ring?
