England, My England

Dr. Spratt:
You will give all the money to Mr. Needham, sir, or in default you will lose your place, Master Purcell!

Charles II:
For love has more power and less mercy than fate.

Charles II:
Do excuse me for taking such a long time in dying.

Charles II:
Doomsday, my lord Shaftesbury, we shall see whose ass is blackest.

Tony Palmer:
You know what this country has become? Once we had a church built upon a rock. Now the rock has been bulldozed and with it our fame. What we're left with is a crawling underside of expediency and dishonour beholden to Brussels wherein the crooked shall be made straight and the rough places plain. England, my England, is shuffling about like an old tramp begging for a pair of boots at the tradesmen's entrances of Europe

Young Harry:
I hate the viol!

Captain Henry Cooke:
This is a music factory.

Colonel Wharton:
Opera is a danger you would do best to avoid.

Charles II:
I do believe the devil shits Dutchmen.