(He
starts to go.)
WOODCUTTER. Beg your pardon, sir, but are you one of those Princes
that want to marry our Princess?
YELLOW PRINCE. I had hoped, good friend, to obtain your permission to
do so. I beg you not to refuse it.
WOODCUTTER. You are making fun of me, sir.
YELLOW PRINCE. Discerning creature.
WOODCUTTER. All the same, I _can_ help you.
YELLOW PRINCE. Then pray do so, log-chopper, and earn my everlasting
gratitude.
WOODCUTTER. The King has decided that whichever of you three Princes
has the kindest heart shall marry his daughter.
YELLOW PRINCE. Then you will be able to bear witness to him that I
have already wasted several minutes of my valuable time in
condescending to a mere faggot-splitter. Tell him this and the prize
is mine. (Kissing the tips of his fingers) Princess, I embrace you.
WOODCUTTER. The King will not listen to me. But if you return here in
five minutes, you will find an old woman begging for bread. It is the
test which their Majesties have arranged for you. If you share your
last crust with her--
YELLOW PRINCE. Yes, but do I look as if I carried a last crust about
with me?
WOODCUTTER. But see, I will give you one.
YELLOW PRINCE (taking it between the tips of his fingers).
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