:57:00
Squire Wamba.
:57:02
Squire Wamba!
:57:04
I'll squire you, you renegade.
:57:07
- I'll collar that neck again or wring it.
- Touched, milord.
:57:11
Is that the tone for one gentleman
to use to another?
:57:14
Out of my sight before my wrath boils over
and I squash you like a plum!
:57:19
I left lvanhoe in your care to nurse
until his wound was healed.
:57:23
And now you ride beside me as calmly
as I would ride to church.
:57:28
Do you infidels never show your feelings?
:57:30
We are taught not to have them, milady.
:57:34
Will you see lvanhoe in York?
:57:35
I do not know, milady.
:57:37
But you hope to.
:57:38
Yes, I hope to.
:57:41
Does he know we quarreled
over him at Ashby?
:57:43
No, milady.
:57:46
Does a Jew feel jealousy?
:57:49
Yes, milady.
:57:50
Then they're not so different
from the Saxon, after all.
:58:12
Death to the Norman dogs!
:58:14
God save England!
:58:17
God save Wamba.
:58:57
I bid you right welcome to my keep,
Sir Cedric.