Porthos:
You know, it strikes me that we would be better employed wringing Milady's pretty neck than shooting these poor devils of Protestants. I mean, what are we killing them for? Because they sing psalms in French and we sing them in Latin?
Aramis:
Porthos, have you no education? What do you think religious wars are all about?
[
Richelieu realizes that D'Artagnan is in possession of the letter he wrote giving Milady D'Winter permission to kill Constance]
Cardinal Richelieu:
[
Reading] "By my hand and for the good of the state; the bearer has done what has been done". Hm. One should be careful what one writes and to whom one gives it.
[
Richelieu has given D'Artagnan a commission as a lieutenant in the Musketeers]
D'Artagnan:
It is too much! I cannot accept it. Athos, you take it.
Athos:
No, for the Comte de la Fère it is too little; for Athos, too much.
MiLady DeWinter:
I need a bath. I reek of England and Calvinism.
[
after seeing Athos stumble down a flight of stairs]
D'Artagnan:
Athos, are you hurt?
Athos:
Hurt? What I am is drunk.
Athos:
[
the Musketeers have captured MiLady] As the Comte de la Fere; with the rights of high, middle and low justice, I accuse this woman of the murder of Constance de Bonacieux. How say you?
Aramis:
Death.
Porthos:
Death.
D'Artagnan:
[
Hesitating] Death.
Athos:
Death.
MiLady DeWinter:
No! You have no power of justice over me! D'Artagnan! If you love me; do not let them do this!
Athos:
Make one move to save her, D'Artagnan and we will cross swords; and this time, I swear I will kill you.
Headsman:
And two more pistoles for rowing the boat. I'm a headsman, not a sailor.
Cardinal Richelieu:
Spy? It is a foul word.
Rochefort:
It is a familiar word to me, Eminence, in your service.
Cardinal Richelieu:
To your knees, little man, before your master!
D'Artagnan:
[
of Milady] I love her with my head. But my Constance, snatched from my side, I love with my heart.
Athos:
You have a conveniently discriminating anatomy.
Athos:
Leave now. Leave Paris, leave France. Get as far from that evil woman's grasp as you can.
Aramis:
[
upon learning that a bottle of wine is poisoned] I always had my doubts about the Anjou '22.
MiLady DeWinter:
I have affairs to be settled.
Cardinal Richelieu:
I'm not concerned with your affairs.
MiLady DeWinter:
I would wish it.
Cardinal Richelieu:
I'm not concerned with your wishes, Milady.
Athos:
And you mark this: you kill Buckingham or have him killed, it's no matter to me. He's an Englishman and an enemy. But you touch one hair of D'Artagnan's head and I swear, as God is my judge, I'll break you on the wheel with my own hand.
MiLady DeWinter:
No. Monsieur D'Artagnan has assaulted me, insulted me ...
Athos:
[
shouts] Since when has it been possible to insult *you*, Madame?
MiLady DeWinter:
And he will die for it.
Athos:
[
produces a pistol] Have you ever seen a woman shot in the stomach? You know me, Milady. Give me the papers the Cardinal wrote just now. I'll give you five seconds.
Porthos:
[
a bullet shatters his wine glass] This wine does not travel well.
Duke of Buckingham:
[
upon learning that Milady had planned to kill him] Trust to the Cardinal to employ every diplomatic argument. At least it relieves my conscience of any doubts I may have had of assisting the French rebels.
MiLady DeWinter:
I shall inform His Eminence.
Duke of Buckingham:
Lady, you'll inform no one! You came here as an ambassadress, but by God, you'll *stay* here as an assassin!
Athos:
You won't need a horse on the journey you're taking, Madame. I warned you, did I not?
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