William to Jocelyn: This tournament. I’ll win it in your name. Every knight I defeat, I defeat for you. Your beauty will be reflected in the power of my arm …
Jocelyn begins to walk away
William: Jocelyn, how may I prove my love to you? How?
Jocelyn: Do you ask in earnest?
William: Yes.
Jocelyn: If you would prove your love, you should do your worst.
William: My worst. What do you mean?
Jocelyn: Instead of winning, to honour me with your high reputation, I want you to act against your normal character and do badly.
William: Do badly.
Jocelyn: Lose!
William: No, losing proves nothing, except that I’m a loser!
Jocelyn: Wrong! Losing is a much keener test of your love. Losing would contradict your self-love, and losing would show your obedience to your lover and not to yourself!
Jocelyn: What is your answer?
William: I will not lose.
Jocelyn: Then you do not love me.
Andrew Groves 