Laun. ’Tis an old world, an old, old world. I tell thee truth,
I loved a Queen, but that be long past.
Knight. His wits be dull.—Who art thou fellow?
Laun. It hath been never Summer this many a year. Can’st tell me why?
Knight. ’Tis Summer now, thou Fool!
Laun. Nay nay, ’tis but Winter. I loved a Queen——
Knight. Oh, damn thy Queen! who art thou?
Laun. Yea, damn all Queens, I am with thee, Friend,—wilt thou fight?
Knight. Not with thee.
Laun. Damn thee! thou wilt!