:03:01
Then what is it? Speak, man, speak!
:03:04
King Philip feels that
the forces who fan...
:03:07
the flames of hatred toward
France can still be thwarted.
:03:10
But how, how? An alliance
based on royal marriage.
:03:13
Royal marriage? Yes, sire.
:03:15
Between Maria, Princess of Spain, and
a French nobleman of your choosing.
:03:18
Mmm. What do you think, Armand?
:03:21
Philip is shrewd, sire.
He knows the Spanish.
:03:24
The right marriage might well stir
their romantic imagination and avert war.
:03:28
Yes, yes, quite true. Quite true.
:03:31
But we must be careful. We
must choose the proper man.
:03:34
You, courier, refresh
yourself. I shall send for you.
:03:37
Yes, Armand, we must choose the proper man.
:03:41
Someone handsome,
:03:44
dashing, clever.
:03:46
One whose wit and charm would
captivate the Spanish court.
:03:52
In other words, sire, the Duke Deschamps.
:03:57
Who else? Brilliant
stroke, sire, brilliant.
:04:01
Obvious choice to rid the court...
:04:04
of his fiery temper and quick blade.
:04:07
To say nothing of considerable
romantic competition.
:04:12
The young blood should be
duly grateful, eh, Armand?
:04:14
Not to mention a few
of the older ones, sire.
:04:18
I shouldn't wonder.
:04:22
What do you mean? Oh,
nothing, sire. Nothing.
:04:25
Except I noticed the charming newcomer...
:04:28
Madame de Pompadour favor him with a smile.
:04:31
A smile? A smile? What's a smile?
:04:36
She did? But what matter, sire?
:04:39
After all, he leaves
in a few days. Few days?
:04:42
He leaves tonight! Send
the courier back to Spain.
:04:47
Tell Philip his daughter Maria weds
the darling of the French court.
:04:51
Bon vivant! Swordsman extraordinaire!
:04:55
Prince of the blood! Our adored
Duke Deschamps! Very well, sire.
:04:59
Inform Deschamps, the queen, the ministers.