GUENEVERE. To call you darling, and believe I'm in love with you.
LANCELOT. Aren't you?
GUENEVERE. I mustn't be.
LANCELOT. But aren't you?
GUENEVERE. Oh, I—(She closes her eyes, and he draws her to him. Suddenly she frees herself.) No! Lancelot—no! I'm not in love with you. And you're not in love with me. We're just two wicked people who want to kiss each other.
LANCELOT. Wicked? I don't feel wicked. Do you?
GUENEVERE. No. I just feel natural. But it's the same thing. (He approaches her with outstretched arms. She retreats behind the chair.) No, no. Remember that I'm married.
LANCELOT. I don't care.
GUENEVERE. Then remember that you're engaged!
LANCELOT. Engaged?