"And they wor all haythens there, an’ the king av the island was the biggest av thim, sure he was Satan’s own, an’ tuk delight in doin’ all the bloody things that come into his head. If the waither that minded the table did annything to displaze him, he’d out wid a soord the length av me arrum an’ cut aff his head. If they caught a man shtaling, the king ’ud have him hung at wanst widout the taste av a thrial, ’Bekase,’ says the king, says he, ’maybe he didn’t do it at all, an’ so he’d get aff, so up wid him,’ an’ so they’d do. He had more than a hunderd wives, ginerally spakin’, but he wasn’t throubled in the laste be their clack, for whin wan had too much blasthogue in her jaw, or begun gostherin’ at him, he cut aff her head an’ said, beways av a joke, that ’that’s the only cure fur a woman’s tongue.’ An’ all the time, from sun to sun, he was cursin’ an’ howlin’ wid rage, so as I’m sure yer Anner wouldn’t want fur to hear me say thim blastpheemies that he said. To spake the truth av him, he was wicked in that degray that, axin’ yer pardon, the owld divil himself wouldn’t own him. "So wan time, there was a thunderin’ phillaloo in the king’s family, fur mind ye, he had thin just a hunderd wives. Now it’s my consate that it’s aisier fur a hunderd cats to spind the night in pace an the wan thatch than for two wimmin to dhraw wather out av the same well widout aitch wan callin’ the other wan all the names she can get out av her head. But whin ye’ve a hunderd av ’em, an’ more than a towsand young wans, big an’ little, its aisey to see that the king av the island had plinty av use fur the big soord that he always kept handy to settle family dishputes wid. So, be the time the row I’m tellin’ ye av was over an’ the wimmin shtopped talkin’, the king was a widdy-man just ten times, an’ had only ninety wives lift. "So he says to himself, ’Bedad, I must raycrout the force agin, or thim that’s left ’ull think I cant do widout ’em an’ thin there’ll be no ind to their impidince. Begorra, this marryin’ is a sayrious business,’ says he, sighin’, fur he’d got about all the wimmin that wanted to be quanes an’ didn’t just know where to find anny more. But, be pickin’ up wan here an’ there, afther a bit he got ninety-nine, an’ then cud get no more, an’ in spite av sendin’ men to ivery quarther av Ireland an’ tellin’ the kings’ dawthers iverywhere how lonesome he was, an’ how the coort was goin’ to rack an’ ruin entirely fur the want av another quane to mind the panthry, sorra a woman cud be had in all Ireland to come, fur they’d all heard av the nate manes he tuk to kape pace in his family. "But afther thryin’ iverywhere else, he sent a man into the Joyce Counthry, to a mighty fine princess av the Joyces. She didn’t want to go at first, but the injuicemints war so shtrong that she couldn’t howld out, for the king sint her presints widout end an’ said, if she’d marry him, he’d give her all the dimunds they cud get on a donkey’s back.