:19:02
- What?
- Nobility demands.
:19:06
It does?
:19:07
Yes.
Therefore I will go to them.
:19:09
I'll go. I'll minister.
:19:11
There is no need.
:19:15
They were my enemies, too.
:19:22
Oh, blessed one.
:19:25
Come, Your Grace.
Let's get you to bed.
:19:27
Sancho, I do envy my enemies.
:19:29
Your Grace, you're tired.
:19:31
No, Sancho, I feel quite well.
:19:33
Your Grace, many a man...
:19:35
has gone to bed in the evening
feeling well...
:19:37
only to wake up in the morning
and find himself dead.
:19:39
- That's a proverb.
- Yes, Your Grace.
:19:42
- I don't approve of them.
- I know, Your Grace.
:19:49
What in hell
do you think you're doing?
:19:51
I'm going to minister
to your wounds.
:19:53
- You're what?
- Nobility demands.
:19:58
Turn over, you foxy goat!
:20:18
You...
:20:44
Sons of whores!
:20:46
Let me out!
:20:56
No!
:20:58
Bastards!
:20:59
Bastards! Bastards!