Ackazárpses:
You must not tremble, Illustrious Lady; you must not tremble.
Queen:
They are such terrible men, Ackazárpses.
Ackazárpses:
But you must not tremble, for your raiment is now perfect; yet if you tremble, alas! who may say how it will hang?
Queen:
They are such huge, terrible men.
Ackazárpses:
O the raiment, the raiment; you must not, you must not!