"THE IDENTICAL TARTS!"
Knave of Hearts. Ay, my Queen, the identical tarts.
Queen of Clubs. But they must be stale of the last summer?
Joker. Nay, fair lady. These be royal tarts, and not of the general. Age cannot stale them, nor can human possibility limit their infinite variety.
Queen of Hearts. Taste them, fair cousins, taste them.
[The Joker passes around the tarts; each player takes one.]
King of Spades. And do I not taste? Do I have no tart?
Queen of Hearts. Ay, Sir King, there shall none go hungry here.
King of Spades (having taken a tart with each hand, bites out of each in turn as he speaks). Ah, a strawberry tart and a gooseberry tart. But they be both most toothsome. Most excellent, most excellent, my lady of Hearts.