Gama: And for the self-same cause. Like precious stones, his sensible remarks Derive their value from their scarcity! Come now, be honest, tell the truth for once! Tell it of me. Come, come, I'll harm you not. This leg is crooked — this foot is ill-designed— This shoulder wears a hump! Come, out with it! Look, here's my face! Now, am I not the worst Of Nature's blunders? Cyril: Nature never errs. To those who know the workings of your mind, Your face and figure, sir, suggest a book Appropriately bound. Gama: (Enraged) Why, harkye, sir, How dare you bandy words with me? Cyril: No need To bandy aught that appertains to you. Gama: (Furiously) Do you permit this, King? Hildebd: We are in doubt Whether to treat you as an honoured guest Or as a traitor knave who plights his word And breaks it. Gama: (Quickly) If the casting vote's with me, I give it for the former! Hildebd: We shall see. By the terms of our contract, signed and sealed, You're bound to bring the Princess here to-day: Why is she not with you? Gama: Answer me this: What think you of a wealthy purse-proud man, Who, when he calls upon a starving friend, Pulls out his gold and flourishes his notes, And flashes diamonds in the pauper's eyes? What name have you for such an one? Hildebd: A snob. Gama: Just so. The girl has beauty, virtue, wit, Grace, humour, wisdom, charity and pluck. Would it be kindly, think you, to parade These brilliant qualities before your eyes? Oh no, King Hildebrand, I am no snob! Hildebd: (Furiously) Stop that tongue, Or you shall lose the monkey head that holds it! Gama: Bravo! Your King deprives me of my head, That he and I may meet on equal terms! Hildebd: Where is she now? (Threatening) Gama: In Castle Adamant, One of my many country houses. There She rules a woman's University, With full a hundred girls, who learn of her. Cyril: A hundred girls! A hundred ecstasies! Gama: But no mere girls, my good young gentleman; With all the college learning that you boast, The youngest there will prove a match for you.