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Roberta:
Richard, you're not a fighter, and I love you too much to watch you die. And you will die. Horribly. Mutilated. Crying blood.

King Richard:
[scoffs] Okay.

Roberta:
Having soiled yourself with people trying to cut off your head. People pointing and laughing, gloating on the battlefield. It's going to be hideous.

King Richard:
[slowing losing his confidence] Okay.

Roberta:
It can be fun. But not for you.

King Richard:
Got it.

Roberta:
I can't be part of that. It'll destroy me.

King Richard:
My darling, you worry too much. I'll be fine. Yes, perhaps a bit less confident after your very charmingly graphic description... but believe me, I'll be fine.