GUENEVERE. Yes: to Vivien.
LANCELOT. (stopping short) So I am.
GUENEVERE. And you're in love with her.
LANCELOT. That's true.
GUENEVERE. You see now that you can't kiss me, don't you?
LANCELOT (dazedly) Yes.
GUENEVERE. Then thank heavens! for I was about to let you. And that's in the fifth place, Lancelot: if we kiss each other once, we're sure to do it again and again—and again. Now go over there and sit down, and we'll talk sanely and sensibly.
LANCELOT. (obeying) Heavens, what a moment! I'm not over it yet.
GUENEVERE. Neither am I. We're a pair of sillies, aren't we? I never thought I should ever behave in such a fashion.
LANCELOT. It was my fault. I shouldn't have started it.