See how the colt lies between my oxen! Is not that proof that he
is mine?
NIX. But who can tell what a colt will do?
[_The_ PRINCE _comes._]
PRINCE. Farmers, the king has decided. He says the colt belongs where it
is now lying.
KNAVE. And he lies between my oxen.
PRINCE. That is proof enough, The colt belongs to you, Farmer Knave.
NIX. But, Prince--
PRINCE. Not another word! Go, now, with your wagons and horses and oxen!
The queen comes out to walk. Go, all of you!
[_The Prince enters the castle. The farmers go, Nix last. The_ QUEEN
_and her_ LADIES _come from the castle._]
QUEEN. Go bring Farmer Nix to me.
[_A Lady runs to Nix._]
LADY. The queen wants to see you, sir.
[_Nix goes to the Queen and bows._]
QUEEN. I heard all from the castle window. I know the colt is yours.
NIX. I thank you, my Queen, I thank you!
QUEEN. Now you must show the king that colts cannot belong to oxen,
never have belonged to oxen, and never will belong to oxen.
NIX. I will go to him at once! I will tell him--
QUEEN. Not so fast! I said you must show the king. He would not let you
tell him. No one ever dares to tell things to a king.
NIX. How can I show him?
QUEEN. You must think out the way. I cannot help you more.
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