:01:35
The courier from Spain. Will there be war?
:01:38
We'll soon know.
:01:41
- The gates are closed!
- I bear a message...
:01:43
from His Majesty, King Philip of Spain
to His Majesty, Louis, king of all France.
:01:46
The courier from Spain! Open the gates!
: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.