Henry:
[as Danielle hurries away]
Have we met?
Danielle:
I-I do not believe so, Your Highness.
Henry:
I could have sworn I knew every courtier in the provience.
Danielle:
Well... I am visiting a cousin.
Henry:
Who?
Danielle:
My cousin.
Henry:
Yes, you said that. Which one?
Danielle:
Th-the only one I have, sire.
Henry:
Are you coy on purpose or do you honestly refuse to tell me your name?
Danielle:
[stops quickly]
No.
[quickly heads towards the gate]
Danielle:
And yes.
Henry:
Well, then, pray tell me your cousin's name so that I might call upon her to learn who you are. For anyone who can quote Thomas More is well worth the effort.
Danielle:
[stops]
The Prince has read "Utopia"?
Henry:
I found it sentimental and dull. Honestly, the plight of the everyday rustic bores me.
Danielle:
I... take it you do not converse with many peasants.
Henry:
Ha, certainly not, no. Naturally.
Danielle:
[starts walking again]
Excuse me, sire, but there is nothing "natural" about it. A country's character is defined by its "everyday rustics," as you call them. They are the legs you stand on and that position demands *respect,* not...
Henry:
Am I to understand that you find me... arrogant?
Danielle:
Well, you gave one man back his life, but did you even glance at the others?
Henry:
Please, I beg of you, a name. Any name.
Danielle:
I... I fear the only name to leave you with... is Comtesse Nicole de Lancret.
