Robin Hood - Princess Joanne Flashcards
SHERIFF: All rise for Her Majesty Princess Joanne: Duchess of Normandy, Count of Anjou and High Lady of Ireland. All rise. All rise!
Thank you, thank you for coming. Geoffry A Bland, how are you? You were looking so well the last time we met. Ha! And Sir Denis of Galway. How’s that wife of yours? We used to call her the Hound of- Hello! Is that Cornwall? Greetings! It’s been ages! Still managing on one leg. I see. No growth in the other one yet? Ha! Thank you, thank you. You may sit down. All the world’s a stage, and all you men and women are full of layers. My God, that was almost perfect. I should be a poet. Eh? Ha! I hereby welcome you to our meeting of the Barons of the Northern Shire here at Nottingham Castle, which is owned by our host, the charming and sometimes reliable Sir guy of Gisbourne. Now I realize we have a good deal to discuss today, but I trust that you will adopt the new French custom and put your weapons under your chairs, enjoy a peaceful supper and dismember each other after the pudding. Ha! You may now be eating.
SIR GUY: And how was London, Madam?`
Politics, politics. We let my mother out of prison for Christmas. Ha! and how are you two love-birds doing? Have we set a date yet?
MARIAN: You do me an injustice. I keep an open mind and listen to people. They have a great deal to say.
You have gained opinions on your travels, Marian. You have been taught to think.
MARIAN: Feminine?! The Princesses mother is Eleanor of Aquitaine, who has ruled two continents and done battle with the Pope! Do you think she’s been asked if she’s feminine?
Oh, touche, Marian. Touche, all day. And if you’re getting cold feet about Gisbourne over here, you just have to say so. I’d never force you, you know. This is above all: to thine own self be true. Ooo, that’s perfect. Write that one down.
SIR GUY: One disagreement, you mean. About Robin of Locksley.
Oh yes. I’ve been hearing a great deal about the fellow. Is he really the scoundrel everyone says he is?
ROBIN: Sheriff, please. As you can see I’m unarmed.
He’s right, he’s right, put up your swords. Put them up, put them up! Well, well, well. How do you do? I’m Princess Joanne and you may kiss my ring if you like.
SIR GUY: Madam!
I believe it’s called rustic humor, Sir Guy. And Robin, I like your style, though it’s a bit antediluvian.
ROBIN: Well I don’t like yours, you Grace. Not if it means killing innocent people.
Name one.
ROBIN: Much the Miller belt to death that night from the wounds inflicted by your soldiers, on your orders, and his daughter’s heart is broken in two, and I tell you THAT HAS TO STOP!
Temper, temper. We’re fighting a war, you know, in the Holy Land, and ever since my poor sister was imprisoned by the King of Austria we’ve had to crack down a bit in order to pay the ransom.
SIR GUY: That’s reason, Sire. He call into question the motives of the Queen’s regent, Longchamp.
William de Longchamp. Yes indeed. But I’m afraid I have some rather sad news. Longchamp is dead.
MARIAN: What?
Accident in London. Shame. Died insantly.
MARIAN: But that means that you’re -
That’s right, my dear, I am now Regent of England, your ruler until we get dear Matilda back.
ROBIN: I am, and all the Saxons that you have starved and beaten so you can make yourselves rich. But I’m warning you, for every Saxons you murder, a Norman will die. For every child who suffers, there will be revenge. Our people deserve to live without fear in a society that protects them!
Brave words, my boy. But will you excuse me, just for a moment, Robin, while we confer? Perhaps we can come up with a compromise for you.
SHERIFF: Hey!
Ah!
SIR GUYS: He’s mine!
Stop him!
SHERIFF: Let me help you up-
Get off me, you fool!
FRIAR TUCK: And so Princess Joanna awoke one morning and found that he had a new problem on her hands. She addressed it of course with her usual equanimity and savior faire.
ESCAPED?! MY REVOLTING BROTHER ESCAPED?!