PEASANT:
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Good morrow, thy Majesty! How art
thou, this day? |
KING: |
(Bellowing) Thou, varlet?!? What
meanest thou? |
QUEEN:
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In sooth, we think he meant no harm,
my husband. Perchance, he knows no better. |
PEASANT: |
Wherein did I err? I do not
understand. |
KING:
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Then we shall resolve thee of this
mystery. Harken thou: we are "you," and you
are "thou." |
QUEEN: |
Aye. Or, rather, oui! |
PEASANT:
|
What?!? I fear me we are, er, I am
confused. |
KING: |
Wherefore art thou so querulous? 'Tis
simple, man, as we do, in sooth, believe
thou art to be. |
PEASANT:
|
Both of you? |
KING: |
Now, concentrate, and we shall say
it, again. We are "you," whereas you are
"thou." |
QUEEN: |
Dost thou comprehend? |
PEASANT: |
Hold and let me have at it. Thou art
me, I am thou and I am also we? |
KING: |
Knave! Axwaddle! Buffoon! Harken, I
say! We are "you," and you are "thou!", you
Stupid little git! |
PEASANT: |
That's what I said! |
QUEEN: |
Nay, good fellow, thou hast
misunderstood my lord. We are not thou. |
PEASANT: |
Oh , that is a relief. For if thou
wert me, and I thou, I daresay I should be
better garbed |
KING: |
For once, thou art correct! Away,
madam, lest we need the headsman's axe for
all six of his heads! |
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