WilliamWelcome to New World. God save you, if it is right that He should do so.
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ChaucerYou're good. You're very good. My lords, my ladies, and everybody else here not sitting on a cushion!
[crowd roars]
ChaucerToday... today, you find yourselves equals.
[crowd roars]
ChaucerFor you are all equally blessed. For I have the pride, the privilege, nay, the pleasure of introducing to you to a knight, sired by knights. A knight who can trace his lineage back beyond Charlemagne. I first met him atop a mountain near Jerusalem, praying to God, asking his forgiveness for the Saracen blood spilt by his sword. Next, he amazed me still further in Italy when he saved a fatherless beauty from the would-be ravishing of her dreadful Turkish uncle.
[crowd, boo]
ChaucerIn Greece he spent a year in silence just to better understand the sound of a whisper. And so without further gilding the lily and with no more ado, I give to you, the seeker of serenity, the protector of Italian virginity, the enforcer of our Lord God, the one, the only, Sir Ulllrrrich von Lichtenstein!
[crowd roars]
ChaucerThank you, thank you, I'll be here all week.
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Prince Edward[sighs]What a pair we make, huh? Both trying to hide who we are, both unable to do so. Your men love you. If I knew nothing else about you, that would be enough. But you also tilt when you should withdraw... and that is knightly, too.
ChaucerI will eviscerate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day; you will be naked for eternity.
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ChaucerGood people, I missed my introduction. But please... Please I pray you, hear it now, for I would lay rest the grace in my tongue and speak plainly. Days like these are far too rare to cheapen with heavy handed words, and so, I'm afraid without any ado whatsoever... Excuse me My Lord... Here he is, one of your own, born a stone's throw from this very stadium, and here before you now, the son of John Thatcher... Sir Wiiiiiilliam Thatcheeer.
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[Keeping beat for a dance lesson]
ChaucerAnd one and two and three and four and your hands should be light like a birdie on a branch. And one and two and three and four and Wat doesn't lead he follows like a girl.
[Wat punches him. Scene changes, and Chaucer now has a tissue stuck up one nostril]
ChaucerAnd one and two and twirlie twirlie twirlie! And one and two and you're still getting it wrong! And one and two and three and four you can hit me all day cause you punch like a... what?
Wat[in a letter]I miss you like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to.
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KateWith hope. Love should end with hope. My husband, God rest him, told me something I'll never forget.
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KateHope guides me. It is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you're gone from my sight it will not be the last time I look upon you.
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AdhemarYou have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found wanting. In what world could you possibly beat me?
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WatUh, betray us, and I will fong you, until your insides are out, your outsides are in, your entrails will become your extrails I will w-rip... all the p... ung. Pain, lots of pain.
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RolandRoland, Chaucer, Kate, Wat: [singing] He's blond, he's pissed, he'll see you in the lists, Lichtenstein! Lichtenstein! He's blond, he's tanned, he comes from Gelderland, he comes from Gelderland! Gelderland, Gelderland, Gelderland... Gelderland, Gelderland, Gelderland...
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WilliamFather, I am afraid, I won't know the way back home.
John ThatcherDon't be foolish, William, you just follow your feet.
ChaucerIt was dreadful, her eyes welled up, it was awful.
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WilliamIt is strange to think, I haven't seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. I next compete in the city of Paris, I will find it empty and in the winter if you are not there. Hope guides me, that is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you're gone from my sight, it will not be the last time that I look upon you.
John ThatcherChange your stars and live a better life than I have.
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ChaucerYes, behold my lord Ulrich, the rock, the hard place, like a wind from Gelderland he sweeps by blown far from his homeland in search of glory and honor, we walk... in the garden of his turpulence!
WilliamNine and one half. I wonder, can you remember a man, although probably died just before you were born. He was as tall as a knight, his name was John Thatcher.
Lone Girl in CheapsideWell of course I remember him.
KateThe moon at least. Her breasts aren't that impressive.
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WilliamWhat do you think? Now that you know what I am?
JocelynTo know what you are, William, would take a lifetime. One I am most willing to give. But right now you've got to run. There's nothing else to do. Run and I will run with you.
WilliamJocelyn, I cannot run. I'm a knight. And I will put myself to the hazard!
RolandA knight in your heart but not on paper. And paper's all that matters to them!
JocelynWilliam, I love you. I love you. You... and I'm sorry but I won't see you led away, bound for the stocks.
ChaucerA wha- a what? A writer. You know, I write, with ink and parchment. For a penny, I'll scribble you anything you want. From summons, decrees, edicts, warrants, patents of nobility. I've even been know to jot down a poem or two, if the muse descends. You've probably read my book? the Book of the Duchess?
AdhemarHow stylish of you to joust in an antique. You'll start a new fashion if you win. My grandfather will be able to wear his in public again, and a shield, how quaint.
[William rides off]
AdhemarSome of these poor country knights, little better then peasants.
RolandWhat's your name, William? I'm asking you William Thatcher, to answer me with your name? It's not Sir William. It's not Count, or Duke or Earl William. It's certainly not King William.
GermaineMy Lord, the Count Adehmar, Son of Phillip DeVitry, son of Gilles... er... Master of the Free Companies, defender of his enormous manhood, a shining example of chivalry and champagne.
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RolandWell, Master Nude, having failed the test, have you any more to say?
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WilliamWhere will we live? In my hovel? With the pigs inside during the winter so they won't freeze?
JocelynYes, William. With the pigs... The poor can marry for love...
WilliamOh Jocelyn, you speak of what you do not know...
JocelynWilliam I beg you. Please, run... do it for love...
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JocelynI love you. There is nothing else to do. Run and I will run with you.