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7 12 CONTINUED: SAMSON My humble apologies, your swingingest, but I beg to be excused from the royal session tonight. LOUIE You? Samson the Sender cutting out? Your horn is amiss? SAMSON No, sire. LOUIE (beat) I've seen that look on your face before. Methinks that wench is involved.. (turns to Daneelot) What say you, Sir Dancelot? Dancelot stands and (as he will do throughout the entire picture) goes into a soliloquy. DANCELOT Hark now, durst the Sender sayest of darkest tongue, discharge me with these words, 'He hath brewed a frail and slippest out anon.' He spake twixt polished molars and didst comest forth. As always when Dancelot spouts these strange, almost garbled words the King gets an expression on his face of sheer and utter bewilderment. He always turns to Sir Roily and asks: LOUIE What 'd he say? ROLLY That wench is involved. SAMSON Ay! She's a handmaiden to the Princess Phona of Squaredom. LOUIE Squaredom...fie and pox on those cornballs. That Duke of Welk, such an out-of-meter knave* But the Princess...! have heard she's a great looking chick, the fairest of them all. Someday I would like to see her...if but for a moment.. (CONTINUED)