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LANCELOT.
Yes. I know we mustn’t. But–I feel that we are going to.

GUENEVERE.
Please don’t say that.

LANCELOT.
But isn’t it true? Don’t you feel that, too?

GUENEVERE.
Yes.

LANCELOT.
Then we’re lost.

GUENEVERE.
No. We must think!

LANCELOT.
I can’t think.

GUENEVERE.
Try.

LANCELOT.
It’s no use. I can’t even remember “in the first place,” now.

GUENEVERE.
Then–before we do remember–!

He takes her in his arms. They kiss each other–a long, long kiss.

LANCELOT.
Sweetheart!

GUENEVERE.
( holding him at arm’s length )

That was in the second place, Lancelot. If we kiss each other,
we’ll begin saying things like that–and perhaps believing them.

LANCELOT.
What did I say?

GUENEVERE.
Something very foolish.

LANCELOT.
What, darling?

GUENEVERE.
There, you did it again.
Stop, or I shall be doing it, too. I want to, you know.

LANCELOT.
Want what?

GUENEVERE.
To call you darling, and believe I’m in love with you.

LANCELOT.
Aren’t you?

GUENEVERE.
I mustn’t be.

LANCELOT.
But aren’t you?

GUENEVERE.
Oh, I

–( She closes her eyes, and he draws her to him.

Suddenly she frees herself.)

No! Lancelot–no! I’m not in love with you.
And you’re not in love with me.
We’re just two wicked people who want to kiss each other.

LANCELOT.
Wicked? I don’t feel wicked. Do you?

GUENEVERE.
No. I just feel natural. But it’s the same thing.

( He approaches her with outstretched arms.

She retreats behind the chair.)

No, no. Remember that I’m married.

LANCELOT.
I don’t care.

GUENEVERE
. Then remember that you’re engaged!

LANCELOT.
Engaged?

GUENEVERE.
Yes: to Vivien.

LANCELOT.
( stopping short )

So I am.

GUENEVERE.
And you’re in love with her.

LANCELOT.
That’s true.

GUENEVERE.
You see now that you can’t kiss me, don’t you?

LANCELOT
( dazedly )

Yes.

GUENEVERE.
Then thank heavens! for I was about to let you. And that’s in the fifth place, Lancelot: if we kiss each other once, we’re sure to do it again and again–and again. Now go over there and sit down, and we’ll talk sanely and sensibly.

LANCELOT.
( obeying )

Heavens, what a moment! I’m not over it yet.

GUENEVERE.
Neither am I. We’re a pair of sillies, aren’t we?
I never thought I should ever behave in such a fashion.

LANCELOT.
It was my fault. I shouldn’t have started it.

GUENEVERE.
I am as much to blame as you.

LANCELOT.
I’m sorry.

GUENEVERE.
Are you?

LANCELOT.
I ought to be. But I’m not, exactly.

GUENEVERE.
I’m not either, I’m ashamed to say.

LANCELOT.
The truth is, I want to kiss you again.

GUENEVERE.
And I… But do you call this talking sensibly?

LANCELOT.
I suppose it isn’t. Well, go ahead with your sixth place, then.
Only, for heaven’s sake try and say something that will really do some good!