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!
1:14:01
Certainly, Your Grace. Right after the war.
1:14:04
The wedding will proceed as per schedule.
1:14:16
Spain!
1:14:18
Miserable road. Hostile country.
1:14:21
You had to come to the
wedding. Now, now, Louis.
1:14:24
I thought it a nice, friendly gesture.
1:14:28
Besides, you know how I am about weddings.
1:14:32
Do you remember ours, Louis? Our wedding?
1:14:36
Hmm? Ours? Of course. Forty years ago.
1:14:41
My dear, you were the most beautiful,
radiant woman in all France.
1:14:45
Oh, Louis! Yes, my dear, you were.
1:14:49
When I look at you today...
1:14:52
forty years is a long time.