GUENEVERE. Does talking to me make you suffer?
LANCELOT. Yes.
GUENEVERE. I'm sorry.
LANCELOT. Then let me go.
GUENEVERE. No. Sit there and talk to me, like a rational human being.
LANCELOT. I'm not a rational human being. I'm a fool. A crazy fool.
GUENEVERE. (smiling at him) I like crazy fools.
LANCELOT. (desperately, rising as he speaks) I am going to be married.
GUENEVERE. (in a mocking simulation of surprise) What, again?
LANCELOT. Yes—again—and as soon as possible—to Vivien.