Joker. One at a time, I pray of ye! Now speak thou, Spades. What is this alarum? Whither go ye? And what bear ye? And bearing what, whither do you bear it?
Knave of Spades. Good Sir Joker, if you would ask but one question, and that direct, making it simple too, it were the easier to give a reply.
Joker (sitting down again). Troth, for a fat Knave thou speakest plainly. 'Tis to be hoped thou canst hear as well. Now listen. Whither go ye?
Knave of Spades. To the banquet hall.
Joker. And what bear ye?
Knave of Spades. Fireworks.
Joker. Fireworks?
Knave of Spades. Indeed, fireworks.
"ART BLIND? CANST NOT SEE?"