A Knight's Tale

Geoffrey Chaucer:
Good people, I missed my introduction! But please... Please I pray you, hear it now, for I would lay rest the grace in my tongue and speak plainly. Days like these are far too rare to cheapen with heavy handed words, and so, I'm afraid without any ado whatsoever...[passes in front of Prince Edward] Excuse me My Lord, Here he is, one of your own, born a stone's throw from this very stadium, and here before you now, the son of John Thatcher... Sir Wiiiiiilliam Thatcheeer!

William:
[sees a naked man on the road]Oi sir, what are you doing?

Geoffrey :
Uh... trudging. You know, trudging? [pause] To trudge: the slow, weary, depressing yet determined walk of a man who has nothing left in life except the impuse to simply soldier on.

William:
Uhhh... were you robbed?

Geoffrey :
[laughs]Uh, interesting question actually. Yes, and then at the same time a huge, resounding, no. It's more a sort of involuntary vow of poverty... really.

William:
I'll ride in his place.

Roland:
What's your name, William? I'm asking you, William Thatcher, to answer me with your name. It's not Sir William. It's not Count, or Duke or Earl William. It's certainly not King William.

William:
I'm aware of that.

Roland:
You have to be of noble birth to compete!

William:
A detail. The landscape is food. Do you want to eat or don't you?

Roland:
If the nobles find out who you are there'll be the devil to pay.

William:
Then pray that they don't.

William:
I'm Ulrich von Leichtenstein, from Gelderland, and these are my faithful squires. [gestures to Roland] Delves, of Dodgington, [gestures to Wat] and Falhurst, of Crew.

Chaucer:
I'm Richard the Lionheart. Pleased to meet you. No, wait a minute, I'm Charlemagne. No, I'm Saint John the Baptist!

[William draws a dagger]

William:
All right, hold your tongue sir, or lose it.

Chaucer:
Now, you see, that I do believe...Sir Ulrich.

[Count Adhemar takes note of William's armor]

Adhemar:
Your armor, sir.

William:
What about it?

Adhemar:
How stylish of you to joust in an antique. You'll start a new fashion if you win. My grandfather will be able to wear his in public again, and a shield, how quaint.

William:
[Angrily] Hyah! [William rides off]

Adhemar:
Some of these poor country knights, little better than peasants.

Old Bishop:
[after William rides into the cathedral on a horse to woo Jocelyn] Does this not shock you, ladies?

Jocelyn:
Certainly, my lord, I just, I only laugh just to keep from weeping.

Old Bishop:
[Understandingly] Beauty is such a curse. Pray your years come swiftly for you, pray your beauty fades that you may better serve God.

Jocelyn:
Oh, and I do, my lord. I pray for it all the time. Why, God, did you curse me with this face?

Old Bishop:
God's will has a purpose, but we may not know it. [Extends his hand so that she may kiss his ring]

Jocelyn:
[goes to kiss hand, but instead admires the costly ring on his finger] Oh, that is lovely...

Old Bishop:
[Sputters, recovers, and starts singing a hymn as Jocelyn laughs.]

Chaucer:
[Keeping beat for a dance lesson] And one and two and three and four and your hands should be light like a birdie on a branch. And one and two and three and four and Wat doesn't lead he follows like a girl. [Wat punches him] And one and two and twirlie twirlie twirlie! And one and two and you're still getting it wrong! And one and two and three and four you can hit me all day cause you punch like a... what?

Roland:
A girl!

Jocelyn:
I've come to see what you'll wear to banquet tonight.

William:
Nothing.

Jocelyn:
Well, then we'll cause a sensation, for I'll dress to match.

William:
Don't you ever get tired of putting on clothes?

Chaucer:
[mutters to William] Um, I believe she's talking about taking them off, my lord.

Jocelyn:
A flower is only as good as its petals. Don't you think?

William:
A flower is good for nothing.

Jocelyn:
Really?

William:
You can't eat a flower, a flower can't keep your warm...

Jocelyn:
And a rose never knocked a man off a horse either.

William:
You're just a silly girl, aren't you?

Jocelyn:
Better a silly girl with a flower, than a silly boy with a horse and a stick... [walks away]

Wat:
It's called a lance... hello... ?

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.

French Squire 1:
An Englishman will not win this French tournament. English legs are unsteady on French soil.

French Squire 2:
And because French wine is too much for English bellies.

French Squire 3:
And most importantly, because the Pope himself is French.

Roland:
Well, the Pope may be French, but Jesus is English! You're on!

[Standing over Adhemar]

Wat:
You have been weighed.

Roland:
You have been measured.

Kate:
And you absolutely...

Chaucer:
Have been found wanting.

William:
Welcome to the New World. God save you, if it is right that he should do so.

He Will Rock You.

He didn't make the rules. He was born to break them.

From peasant to knight; one man can change his stars.