Monsieur Beaucaire
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1:12:00
We must never be parted
again. Oh, never, never.

1:12:03
We must leave at once.
1:12:05
No, darling. We must wait
until tomorrow. Tomorrow?

1:12:08
It's better that way. During the
confusion of the wedding preparations,

1:12:12
I can slip away without
danger to either of us. Danger?

1:12:15
Who's going to worry about
a lackey and a maid? Please?

1:12:17
Tonight, now. Oh, please, my way.
1:12:22
Tomorrow it is.
1:12:27
Go quickly now, before they discover you.
1:12:31
'Til tomorrow.
1:12:38
Take him to the dungeon.
1:12:44
Well, Maria, I warned you.
1:12:47
Go to your room immediately.
1:12:53
Who are you?
1:12:55
I understand this is the second
time you molested the princess.

1:12:57
The princess?
1:13:00
Princess? You mean she's
Maria, princess of Spain?

1:13:04
This assumed innocence will
do little to save your neck.

1:13:09
I want the truth!
1:13:12
His Majesty won't consider
this a laughing matter.

1:13:15
He will when he finds out who I
am. Take me to the king at once.

1:13:18
- Who are you?
- I'm the Duke Deschamps. This ring will identify me.

1:13:29
So it does. Come on, unfasten these.
1:13:31
Then who is that clown upstairs? Him?
1:13:35
That's Beaucaire, my barber. And to
think I almost let him marry my princess.

1:13:39
Take me out of these, will you?
1:13:42
Well, well. Wouldn't it be embarrassing...
1:13:45
if His Grace were to be
detained down here a prisoner...

1:13:48
while tomorrow... a barber
marries the princess of Spain?

1:13:54
- This has gone far enough!
- Our poor king will be greatly upset.

1:13:59
- War.
- I demand you let me out!


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