Jocelyn: Your name makes no matter to me, so long as I may call you my own.
William: Oh, but I am your own, Jocelyn.
William: Your name lady, I still need to hear it.
Jocelyn: Sir hunter, you persist.
William: Or perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.
John Thatcher: Change your stars and live a better life than I have.
Wat: I don't understand women.
Chaucer: Nor do I. But they understand us. Well, maybe not you.
William: Leave, Roland. Let them have me.
Roland: God love you, William. So do I.
Wat: What do you mean, dead?
Roland: The spark of his life is smothered in shite. His spirit is gone but his stench remains. Does that answer your question?
Prince Edward: If I may repay the kindness you once showed me. Take a knee...
Young William Thacher: Some day, I'll be a knight.
Man in Stocks: A Thachers son? A knight? You might as well try to change the stars!
Young William Thacher: Can it be done father? Can a man change the stars?
John Thatcher: Yes William. If he believes enough, a man can do anything.
Jocelyn: Damn your pride, William. It is you, and only you, that will not see you run.
William: My pride is the only thing that they can't take from me.
Jocelyn: They can take it away from you; they can, and they will. Oh, they will. But love they cannot take.
Chaucer: Are you mad? You knowingly endanger a member of the royal family?
William: He knowingly endangers himself.
Roland: What are you doing?
William: Losing.
Roland: I don't understand!
William: Neither do I.
Adhemar: And how would you beat him?
Retired Knight: With a stick. While he slept. But on a horse, with a lance? That man is unbeatable.
[final lines]
Chaucer: All human activity lies within the artist's scope.
[looks at Wat, pauses]
Chaucer: Maybe not yours...
William: It's not in me to withdraw.
Prince Edward: No. Nor me. Though it happens.
