:09:04
We'll dismember her
:09:05
and slice out her tongue.
:09:07
Let rats gnaw on her innards.
:09:12
No lady is tortured on my lands.
:09:14
Just burn her.
:09:15
Thank you, sire.
:09:17
Thank you. You are too good!
:09:23
At last... my castle.
:09:28
Unpack our best apparels
:09:30
to honor my beloved.
:09:31
Jacquasse, help me change.
:09:32
Yes, sire.
:09:34
I have no fine apparels.
:09:35
She won't even see you.
:09:39
My shoes and my fanciest shell.
:09:41
Ganelon, sound the horn
to announce my arrival.
:09:51
How thrilled am I, sire Fulbert,
:09:53
that my son weddeth your sweet
:09:55
and gentle daughter.
:09:56
I wanted her to weddeth a Duke,
:10:00
but our Fat King decided otherwise.
:10:03
Cursed be love.
:10:05
More wine!
Let me piss a-plenty!
:10:10
Father, you promised
nary to burp for my marriage.
:10:20
The Count of Montmirail!
:10:24
Frenegonde! Where are you going?
Frenegonde! Come back!
:10:29
Come back this instant!
:10:31
Frenegonde! Come back!
:10:35
No Duke's daughter runs after
:10:37
a mere Count.
:10:43
You look good and gentle.
:10:46
And mighty uncomfortable.
:10:47
Why?