He
Eat, Consuelo.
Consuelo
A hot one.... But you were running, He? I am so grateful. [Eats.] He, do you love me?
He
I do, my Queen. I am your court fool.
Consuelo
[Eating]: And when I leave, will you find another queen?
He
[Making a ceremonious bow]: I shall follow after you, my incomparable one. I shall carry the train of your dress and wipe away my tears with it. [Pretends to cry.]