上映时间:2004-03-14(英国) |
国家/地区:英国 |
Bothwell: You think it dishonorable? Mary, Queen of Scots: Yes Bothwell: Disreputable? Mary, Queen of Scots: Yes Bothwell: Many a man would risk his life for you, but few would risk their honor and their reputation. I would. That is the measure of the great esteem in which I hold you. Lady Huntly: You will not be able to look at your son without remembering mine! Mary, Queen of Scots: Your final words? Sir John Huntly: Beware of the bastard. Mary, Queen of Scots: Can you die with such lies on your lips? Mary, Queen of Scots: I thank you. Once more. Bothwell: You must learn to enjoy executions. You must rule by fear - for fear is all they understand Mary, Queen of Scots: I take my advice from wee David! Bothwell: Did he deserve to die? Mary, Queen of Scots: [pause] Yes. Bothwell: Then your mother would have swung that axe herself... she would let no man see her tears. Mary, Queen of Scots: Fear not Bothwell, you will never see them again! Mary, Queen of Scots: This was not a Catholic who murdered a Protestant. This was a Scot who murdered a Scot. David Riccio: Beautiful, is she not? Bothwell: Who? David Riccio: You would marry her? Bothwell: I might consider it, aye. David Riccio: But you are not the Dauphin of France, the heir apparent of Spain. Bothwell: No. David Riccio: And you are not rich? [pause] David Riccio: So what would you bring to such a marriage? Bothwell: Madam, is there not one man in the whole of Scotland who is good enough for you? Mary, Queen of Scots: Sir? Bothwell: Wooed by Austria, Spain and now England. What is wrong with my country, madam? Mary, Queen of Scots: Your drunk sir. Bothwell: And you are French, madam. And I would sooner be drunk for a year than French for a day - now is it French to see merit in this long streak of English pish, madam? You do not know what England has done to my country, madam. Raped their women, murdered their children [guards try to remove him] Bothwell:
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- Keep your hands off me!... And now he dines with our queen? The dead of Scotland turn in their graves for an Englishmen dines with out queen! And why are you here, madam, hmm? Our people offend your eye. Our food, your nose. So why, tell me madam, are you here? Was your life so boring in France? -
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[guards pull him back again] Bothwell: Take your hands off me! Is that why you are here?- not for Scotland, but for yourself? Bothwell: Forgive me. Mary, Queen of Scots: How's your head? Bothwell: Sore. Mary, Queen of Scots: I could remove it for you. Bothwell: Well, that would do the trick, aye. Mary, Queen of Scots: You caused Lord Darnley great offense, you called Lord Darnley a long streak of English piss! Bothwell: Then I must apologize. Lord Darnley: I thank you. Bothwell: 'Twas English *pish*. Lord Darnley: [pause] Banishment, I think. Bothwell: Anywhere but France. Bothwell: [pointing to fellow cellmate] This is Hamish. Hamish and I have spent many hours of stimulating conversation. Mary, Queen of Scots: How loyal are you, Bothwell? Bothwell: I would die for you. Bothwell: There is a lack of time, Your Majesty, for you are soon to be married, which is why I must now humble myself before you, and others. [Gets down on one knee] Bothwell: I have come to ask for your hand in marriage. I am not the Dauphin of France, the heir apparent of Spain - I am not rich, or powerful, so you may ask, 'What would you bring to such a marriage?' To which I must reply, I would bring my heart. Mary, Queen of Scots: Are you drunk, Bothwell? Bothwell: My Lord? Lord Darnley: Your Majesty! Bothwell: Your Majesty, will I tell the groom to put away your horse or will you be going back to the tavern? Lord Darnley: I am one of the finest swordsmen in England, Bothwell. Bothwell: Well, you're in Scotland now, *Your Majesty*! Lord Darnley: Then sleep with one eye open. Bothwell: Your lord? Lord Darnley: Your majesty! Bothwell: Your majesty, will I tell the groom to put away your horse or will you be going back to the tavern? Lord Darnley: I am one of the finest swordsmen in England, Bothwell. Bothwell: Well, your in Scotland now *your majesty*! Lord Darnley: Then sleep with one eye open. Mary, Queen of Scots: You were right about my husband, Bothwell. Does that give you pleasure? Bothwell: No it doesn't. Mary, Queen of Scots: That is good. For I hate you for it, Bothwell. Bothwell: Hatred is good. Love and hate both come from here [points to his heart]
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