Duchess
And your way will be? Come.
Gwymplane
Ah, Madame, I am weary of your commands. Over my actions you have a certain power, but, as my mind and what shall come out of it is still mysterious to me, I am afraid you must share the discomfort of my own ignorance.
Duchess [in a more kindly tone]
Listen to me, clown. You were brought to me tonight to relieve me of a whim, I admit that. And you brought me no relief.
Gwymplane [with sophistication]
The question interests me dispassionately, Madame. But, considering you waived my personal defects [he winces], just why did I not—please you?
Duchess
But I told you before—I wanted a clown, and you talk like the very essence of all these lords and poets. But that is aside—I am to be married tomorrow.