:38:16
By holy St. Dunstan,
our champion pays homage to the Jews.
:38:20
No, milord...
:38:21
...his homage was to beauty,
not to faith, I fear.
:38:25
I think I know that knight, Rebecca.
:38:29
But how do you?
:38:32
But did you not bring him to our house?
:38:36
How did he get his armor and his horse?
:38:42
My mother's jewels were mine to give.
:38:45
Did I do wrong?
:38:48
Nay.
:38:49
I approve.
:38:52
But only of the gift.
:39:06
Aye.
:39:08
Hide that face from every man, save me.
:39:12
His taste in women is a glove
in every Saxon face.
:39:15
Now let Sir Ralph throw him,
and his shame's complete.
:39:46
Front De Boeuf, the field is all yours.
:39:48
I shall follow you to glory.
:39:50
Follow with a basket, then.
:39:52
I'm going to strew the field
with Saxon guts and bones.
:39:58
If you could tear your eyes
from your light of love, Guilbert...