Joanna:
[to the Doctor] There is something new in you, yet something older than the sky itself. I sense that I can trust you.
Earl of Leicester:
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I urge you, sire, abandon this pretence of peace!
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The Doctor:
Pretence, sir? Here is an opportunity to save the lives of many men... and you do nought but turn it down.
Earl of Leicester:
Why are we here in this foreign land if not to fight? The Devil's Horde, Saracen and Turk possess Jerusalem and we will not wrest it from them with honeyed words.
The Doctor:
With swords, I suppose?
Earl of Leicester:
Aye, with swords and lances, or the axe!
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