I kneel before you not as a prince but as a man in love. But I would feel like a king if you, Danielle de Barbarac, would be my wife.
My father was an expert swordsman, Monsieur. He taught me well. Now hand me that key or I swear on his grave I will slit you from navel to nose.[to Le Pieu]
You cannot leave everything to fate, boy. She’s got a lot to do. Sometimes you must give her a hand.[to Henry]