:33:05
Lances approch!
:33:25
Walking lance is like
licking honey from thorns.
:33:30
Oh Friar Benedict,
sang this a night ago.
:33:33
When he thought I was one
of your men
:33:35
Then was before I rang him through...
:33:44
We've got to do something,
:33:45
lf my father is in prison,
Philip will be kill.
:33:47
Listen to me,
there're too many guards.
:33:49
We got to get help.
:33:52
Hurry!
:34:24
l have been sent to meet
the son of a friend.
:34:28
Mortal loves but the licking honey
of thorns.
:34:31
It is insolitude that marry
is cumulated.
:34:39
This way your highness.
:34:46
Robin, you are alone?
:34:50
Where are your men?
:34:52
ln the forest just beyond.
:34:54
A moment your highness.
:34:58
l will return.