Arthur. Madam, I would entreat thy pardon!
Guin. Wherefore my lord?
Arthur. For a thought. Guinevere, I am unworthy of thy queenliness.
Guin. Nay, nay my lord, not so. I am but flesh and blood.
Arthur. Thou art a Queen!
Guin. Yea, and a weak woman.
Arthur. It seemeth we be strangers even yet.
Guin. Aye, my lord.
Arthur. Thou art cold, Madam, and I like that iciness.