sook me?” continues Giglio. “Did not thy gentle hand smooth my pillow, and bring me jelly and roast chicken?”
“Yes, dear Prince, I did,” says Betsinda, “and I sewed your Royal Highness’s shirt-buttons on too, if you please, your Royal Highness,” cries this artless maiden.
When poor Prince Bulbo, who was now madly in love with Betsinda, heard this declaration, when he saw the unmistakable glances which she flung upon Giglio, Bulbo began to cry bitterly, and tore quantities of his hair out of his head, till it all covered the room like so much tow.
Betsinda had left the warming-pan on the floor while the Princes were going on with their conversation, and as they
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began now to quarrel and be very fierce with one another, she thought proper to run away.
“You great big blubbering booby, tearing your hair in the corner there! of course you will give me satisfaction for insulting Betsinda. You dare to kneel down at Princess Giglio’s knees and kiss her hand!”
“She’s not Princess Giglio,” roars out Bulbo. “She shall be Princess Bulbo, no other shall be Princess Bulbo.”
“You are engaged to my cousin!” bellows out Giglio.
“I hate your cousin,” says Bulbo.
“You shall give me satisfaction for insulting her!" cries Giglio in a fury.
“I’ll have your life.”
“I’ll run you through.”
“I’ll cut your throat.”
“I’ll blow your brains out.”
