Duc d'Anjou:
[as he stands before Elizabeth and entourage in a dress, speaking in a heavy French accent]
What? Huh? What? Wha-do, what? You stare, Madame.
[snorts]
Duc d'Anjou:
What is it, do you see... somesthings... strange perhaps? Heh-heh... Hmm?
Elizabeth:
You are wearing a dress, Your Grace.
Duc d'Anjou:
Oh, yes, I am wearing a dress! Yes, yes, I'm wearing a dress! Wha- I wear a dress like this, my mother, and you... Hm-hm. But I only dress like this-a, when I'm alone, in private, with my friends... Hmm?
Elizabeth:
Your Grace.
[approaches and offers her hand for him to kiss, which he reluctantly does]
Elizabeth:
Although my affection for you is undiminished, I have, after an agonizing struggle, determined to sacrifice my own happiness for the welfare of my people.
Duc d'Anjou:
[sarcastically, fully expecting her rejection]
Oh! My God, ha-ha...
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