Alfred  : All right. Now I must leave all of you.

Wilfred : I’ll go with you! (He turns to Ina.) You can manage the farm, can’t you,    dear?

Ina     :Don’t worry about us. Go with my blessing.

Rowena: (to Alfred): I wish I ( ⓐ ) a man! If I (ⓑ ) a man, I could go with you to fight the Danes.

Alfred  : Rowena, you have a much harder job to do. You have to stay at home and carry on with the work about the farm. That is harder than fighting. And I know you can do it better than I.

Rowena: Better than you, my king?

Alfred  :Yes, my dear. You won’t burn the cakes! (They all laugh as the curtain falls.)