:02:06
Deschamps, it's the courier
from Spain. Yes, I know.
:02:08
What will it be, war or
peace? Neither for us...
:02:11
if the good King Louis should catch
the charming Pompadour in my apartment.
:02:13
Since when does the gallant
Deschamps fear for his head?
:02:16
Not mine. This one.
:02:19
Much too pretty a head to be found
rolling around in the bottom of a basket.
:02:23
But, darling, yours
would be there beside it.
:02:26
You think of everything, my dear Pompadour.
:02:44
Your Majesty? Your Majesty.
:02:49
Hmm? What is it?
:02:53
Sire, the courier from Spain.
:02:55
Come here, come here. What say the Spanish?
:02:59
Is it war? Not yet, sire.
:03:01
Then what is it? Speak, man, speak!
:03:04
King Philip feels that
the forces who fan...
:03:07
the flames of hatred toward
France can still be thwarted.
:03:10
But how, how? An alliance
based on royal marriage.
:03:13
Royal marriage? Yes, sire.
:03:15
Between Maria, Princess of Spain, and
a French nobleman of your choosing.
:03:18
Mmm. What do you think, Armand?
:03:21
Philip is shrewd, sire.
He knows the Spanish.
:03:24
The right marriage might well stir
their romantic imagination and avert war.
:03:28
Yes, yes, quite true. Quite true.
:03:31
But we must be careful. We
must choose the proper man.
:03:34
You, courier, refresh
yourself. I shall send for you.
:03:37
Yes, Armand, we must choose the proper man.
:03:41
Someone handsome,
:03:44
dashing, clever.
:03:46
One whose wit and charm would
captivate the Spanish court.
:03:52
In other words, sire, the Duke Deschamps.
:03:57
Who else? Brilliant
stroke, sire, brilliant.