The army left the camp? Pray tell me why.
GARCERAN. You hear me not—myself, I wish to go.
KING. And there you'll talk, with innuendo, prate—
GARCERAN. Of what?
KING. Of me, of that which here took place.
GARCERAN. For that I'd need to understand it more.
KING. I see! Believest thou in sorcery?
GARCERAN. Since recently I almost do, my lord!
KING. And why is it but recently, I pray?
GARCERAN. Respect, I thought the wonted mate of love;
But love together with contempt, my lord—