Ivanhoe (1952)

Robert Douglas: Sir Hugh De Bracy

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• Prince John : To the confusion and confining of that cursed death's-head knight. Why could you fools not kill him on the field?

  Sir Hugh De Bracy : Because he was no fool, my liege.

  Prince John : How can a Norman hold the throne of England when the knights who are his strength go down like chaff beneath an unknown Saxon mountebank?

  Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : Neither a mountebank, nor yet unknown. I road against that self-same knight at Acre in the war.

  Prince John : Then tell us who he is.

  Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : The favored henchman of your brother Richard, my liege, Wilfred of Ivanhoe.

  Prince John : Ivanhoe here in England?

  [turning to his advisor] 

  Prince John : You told me he was dead!

  Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : He should be and he shall be when he and I meet again. I carry his death warrant here against my breast.

• Sir Hugh De Bracy : If you can tear your eyes from your light of love Guibert, this black knight's tricks bare watching

  [noting Guilbert staring at Rebecca] 

  Sir Hugh De Bracy : .

  Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : I have been watching. He swings his shield low, levels at the head, but drops point before shot. I swear I've met these methods once before, but where?

• Sir Hugh De Bracy : These glades go on forever. I hope we find shelter before nightfall, Boid-Guilbert.

  Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : What do you fear De Bracy, Saxon hobgoblins?

  Sir Hugh De Bracy : No, a Saxon arrow in the small of my back. I wager there's a cutthroat behind every tree.

  Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : Aye, and soon they'll be hanging from them.

  Sir Hugh De Bracy : Unless we are.

• Ivanhoe : God save you, Knight.

  Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : And God save you minstrel. We ride to Ashby, which crossroad do we take?

  Ivanhoe : The right will take you to Ashby, sire

  Sir Hugh De Bracy : Shall we get there by nightfall?

  Ivanhoe : By nightfall tomorrow.

  Sir Hugh De Bracy : Tomorrow? Can you show us the way to a roof for the night?

  Ivanhoe : I know of a roof nearby, but perhaps you would scorn it.

  Sir Hugh De Bracy : Why, is it humble?

  Ivanhoe : No sire. It is Saxon.

  Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : I'd sooner bivouac on the roadside.

  Ivanhoe : 'Tis a warm, fine night.

  Sir Hugh De Bracy : To be butchered in ones sleep.

  Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : We could sooner walk into a Saxon trap.

  Sir Hugh De Bracy : What is this house you speak of minstral?

  Ivanhoe : Rotherwood, the keep of Cedric the Saxon.

  Sir Hugh De Bracy : I believe I know this Cedric the Saxon. Has he a ward, a woman of great beauty?

  Ivanhoe : The Saxon princess Lady Rowena is his ward.

  Sir Hugh De Bracy : Aye, Rowena. 'Tis the same Cedric. He loves us not at all, but we would sleep safe beneath his roof.

  Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : You know the way?

  Ivanhoe : Well enough to lead you there.

  Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : Then lead us there, but mark you this. One false step and you'll sing a very different song my friend.

  Ivanhoe : I have a song to fit every occasion, sire.

  Sir Hugh De Bracy : He means he'll lop your head off, minstral.

  Ivanhoe : Yes sire. I knew what he meant.

• Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : Then lead us there. But mark you this - one false step and you'll sing a very different song, my friend.

  Ivanhoe : [not recognized as a minstrel]  I have a song to sing to fit every occasion, sire.

  Sir Hugh De Bracy : He means he'll lop your head off, minstrel.

  Ivanhoe : Yes, sire, I know what he meant.