GUENEVERE. I congratulate you.
LANCELOT. I love her.
GUENEVERE. Naturally.
LANCELOT. She loves me.
GUENEVERE. I trust so.
LANCELOT. Then why should I be at this moment aching to kiss you?
Tell me that?
GUENEVERE. (looking at him calmly) It does seem strange.
LANCELOT. It is absolutely insane! It's preposterous! It's contradictory!
GUENEVERE. Are you quite sure it's all true?
LANCELOT. Yes! I'm sure that I never would commit the rashness of matrimony again without being in love. Very much in love. And I'm equally sure that I would not stand here and tell you what a fool I am about you, if that weren't true. Do you think I want to be this way? It's too ridiculous—I didn't want to tell you. I wanted to go. You made me stay. Well, now you know what a blithering lunatic I am.