[Miles sits down to share the supper]
Prince Edward: Would you sit in the presence of your king?
Miles Hendon: Now, see here, my lad!
Prince Edward: I will no longer tolerate your manner.
Miles Hendon: [humoring him] I ask your pardon, your majesty, but after that chase we led them it would be good to sit down.
Prince Edward: Perhaps.
[Miles sits]
Prince Edward: No! Custom must be preserved - you will stand.
[Miles stands and then leans against the wall, getting annoyed as the prince finishes the supper]
Prince Edward: I was very hungry. Feel better now.
Miles Hendon: I'm gratified, your majesty.
Prince Edward: Come to think of it, I'm under obligation to you in many ways. Your service demands rich reward.
Miles Hendon: Oh, a mere nothing, your majesty.
Prince Edward: You may have any reward you wish... name it.
Miles Hendon: The, uh, privilege of sitting in your majesty's presence.
Prince Edward: Advance, fellow, and give me your sword.
Miles Hendon: [gives his sword to the prince] Did you find the mutton tough, sire?
Prince Edward: Kneel.
[the prince lays the sword on Miles' shoulder]
Prince Edward: While England remains - and the crown continues - you and your heirs, forever, may sit in the presence of the majesty of England.
[the prince taps the sword on Miles' shoulder]
Prince Edward: Arise, Sir Miles Hendon.
Prince Edward: For pity sake, sit down.
Miles Hendon: Thank you, your majesty.
