Prince John: That insolent blackguard. Oooh! I'll show him who wears the crown! Hiss: I share your loathing, Sire. That scurrilous scoundrel who fooled you with that silly disguise, who dared to rob you and made you look so utterly ridiculous. Prince John: Enough! [swings at Hiss, who dodges him] Prince
John: Hiss, you deliberately dodged. Hiss: But, but, but Sire, please. Prince John: Stop sniveling and hold still. [Hiss holds still while Prince John hits him] Hiss: [dazed] Thank you, Sire.
