GUENEVERE. In the second place--I forget what's in the second place.
But in the third place we mustn't. Isn't that enough?
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!
GUENEVERE. Very well, Lancelot. Do you really want to elope with me?
LANCELOT. Very much.
GUENEVERE. That's not the right answer. You know perfectly well you
want to do nothing of the sort. What! Scandalize everybody, and ruin my
reputation, and break Vivien's heart?
LANCELOT. No--I don't suppose I really want to do any of those things.
GUENEVERE. Then do you want us to conduct a secret and vulgar intrigue?
LANCELOT. (_hurt_) Guenevere!
GUENEVERE. You realize, of course, that this madness of ours might last
no longer than a month?
LANCELOT. (_soberly_) Perhaps.
GUENEVERE. Well, do you still want to kiss me?--Think what you are
saying, Lancelot, for I may let you. And that kiss may be the beginning
of the catastrophe. (_She moves toward him_.) Do you want a kiss
that brings with it grief and fear and danger and heartbreak?