Go home!
ISABEL. I am not worthy--
PRINCE (_interrupting_). Nonsense! That you are poor is nothing to me.
QUEEN (_going_). Come, the wedding bells shall ring at once!
ISABEL. Your Majesty--I--I--did not spin the flax.
QUEEN. What! You did not spin the flax?
PRINCE. What is this?
ISABEL. I deceived you--I can scarcely spin at all.
QUEEN. But this pile of thread here--
ISABEL. 'T was spun by another.
PRINCE. Another?
ISABEL. Yes, Prince.
QUEEN. You shall marry that one then, my son!
(_To Isabel._)
As for you, return to your hovel!
(_Isabel turns to go._)
Stay!
(_Isabel stops._)
Who is the wonderful spinner? Tell us where to find her.
ISABEL. Here, your Majesty.
QUEEN. Hidden away, I suppose?
ISABEL (_nodding_). Yes, your Highness, behind those curtains.
QUEEN. Go, my son, and draw the curtains. You shall be the first to look
upon your bride.
[_The Prince draws the curtains and sees the three Great-Aunts, who sit in
a row. They smile and smile upon the Prince, who stands looking at them in
astonishment._]
FLAT-FOOT. You'd never be sorry to take me for your bride, my lord.
PRINCE (_not heeding_). Why is your foot so flat?
FLAT-FOOT.
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