Your talk's distasteful.
Tat. Didn't you name the king?
Queen. I did, Tatlanthe, but it was not thine;
The charming king I mean is only mine.
Tat. Who else, who else, but such a charming fair,
In Chrononhotonthologos should share?
The queen of beauty, and the god of arms,
In him and you united blend their charms.
Oh! had you seen him, how he dealt out death,
And at one stroke robb'd thousands of their breath: