Ivanhoe (1952)
Robert Taylor: Ivanhoe
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Quotes
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Isaac of York : I heard the jester call you "lvanhoe." But lvanhoe is Cedric's son, and Cedric called him dead. Who are you, then?
Ivanhoe : I am King Richard's envoy. Does that make us friends or foes?
Isaac of York : It does not make you my foe, sire, but then, I am allowed no king.
Ivanhoe : Why not?
Isaac of York : Because I am allowed no country. I am deeply in your debt, sire. Tell me how I can repay you.
Ivanhoe : I seek 150,000 marks of silver - the price of Richard's ransom from Leopold of Austria.
Isaac of York : Glance around you, sire. What you see is all we've saved from every home we tried to make. A toy or two from every land that cast us out. I am not a rich man, Sir lvanhoe.
Ivanhoe : No, but you are the patriarch of your tribe. Tell your people Richard must be ransomed. They will find the wealth.
Isaac of York : I see you love Richard, sire, but he was no friend to my people. Our synagogues were looted to send him on his crusades.
Ivanhoe : Do you prefer the persecution of his brother, John?
Isaac of York : There is little to choose between Black John and Richard, yea and nay, if you are a Jew.
Ivanhoe : Then I pledge you this, Isaac. You're a race without a home or a country. Deliver Richard, and he will deliver your people from persecution.
Isaac of York : My friend, you ask for more than we can give. - And you offer more than Richard can give.
Ivanhoe : Do you doubt my word? Write down whatever terms you want. I shall sign them in King Richard's name.
Isaac of York : We shall need no pledge on paper, you and I. Let Richard promise this instead. Let him promise justice to each man whether he be Saxon or Norman or Jew... for justice belongs to all men or it belongs to none.
Ivanhoe : But that is a Christian teaching.
Isaac of York : Strange as it may be, sire, we are taught it too.
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Prince John : Your foe has bloodied you, sir knight. Will you concede defeat?
[Ivanhoe, disguised in black armor, shakes his head no]
Prince John : You fight too well to die so mean a death. Will you not throw in your lot with me instead?
Ivanhoe : That would be an even meaner death, your grace.
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Wamba : Sir Ivanhoe, I heard an old bear and a young bear growling. Which is the one who would leave the den?
Ivanhoe : The young bear Wamba
Wamba : Alone?
Ivanhoe : Alone
Wamba : No sire, I will go with you. My servant's collar and all.
Ivanhoe : Is your heart not here with the Lady Rowena?
Wamba : No sire. My heart is in there with yours
[touches Ivanhoe's chest]
Ivanhoe : Then henceforth you shall be my Squire, Wamba.
Wamba : Squire? Squire Wamba. Wamba the Squire. Why if it weren't this I'd be a gentleman
[feels his servant's collar]
Wamba : .
Ivanhoe : We'll have that collar off as soon as we're away from here.
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Ivanhoe : God save you, Knight.
Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : And God save you minstrel. We ride to Ashby, which crossroad do we take?
Ivanhoe : The right will take you to Ashby, sire
Sir Hugh De Bracy : Shall we get there by nightfall?
Ivanhoe : By nightfall tomorrow.
Sir Hugh De Bracy : Tomorrow? Can you show us the way to a roof for the night?
Ivanhoe : I know of a roof nearby, but perhaps you would scorn it.
Sir Hugh De Bracy : Why, is it humble?
Ivanhoe : No sire. It is Saxon.
Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : I'd sooner bivouac on the roadside.
Ivanhoe : 'Tis a warm, fine night.
Sir Hugh De Bracy : To be butchered in ones sleep.
Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : We could sooner walk into a Saxon trap.
Sir Hugh De Bracy : What is this house you speak of minstral?
Ivanhoe : Rotherwood, the keep of Cedric the Saxon.
Sir Hugh De Bracy : I believe I know this Cedric the Saxon. Has he a ward, a woman of great beauty?
Ivanhoe : The Saxon princess Lady Rowena is his ward.
Sir Hugh De Bracy : Aye, Rowena. 'Tis the same Cedric. He loves us not at all, but we would sleep safe beneath his roof.
Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : You know the way?
Ivanhoe : Well enough to lead you there.
Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : Then lead us there, but mark you this. One false step and you'll sing a very different song my friend.
Ivanhoe : I have a song to fit every occasion, sire.
Sir Hugh De Bracy : He means he'll lop your head off, minstral.
Ivanhoe : Yes sire. I knew what he meant.
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Sir Cedric : Are you such a ninny that you let them catch you too?
Ivanhoe : I'm the only one they want. Bois-Guilbert has pledged that you can go free.
Sir Cedric : And leave you here to hang?
Ivanhoe : Be still and hear me. Locksley and his bowman are all around us, but you are the only leader skilled in siege to take this keep. He's waiting for you. Go to him.
Sir Cedric : Aye, right willingly. You went with Richard in defiance of my will, but all's forgotten boy. Perhaps you'll listen next time.
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Isaac of York : My will is God's. Free the king.
Ivanhoe : Richard would not accept the throne at such a price.
Isaac of York : My daughter does not die to save Richard's throne, Sir Ivanhoe. She dies to save her people.
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Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert : Then lead us there. But mark you this - one false step and you'll sing a very different song, my friend.
Ivanhoe : [not recognized as a minstrel] I have a song to sing to fit every occasion, sire.
Sir Hugh De Bracy : He means he'll lop your head off, minstrel.
Ivanhoe : Yes, sire, I know what he meant.
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Ivanhoe : [on removing Wamba's collar] There! May your next collar be no heavier than a pretty woman's arm.
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Isaac of York : Let Richard promise this instead. Let him promise justice to each man, whether he be Saxon or Norman or Jew, for justice belongs to all men or it belongs to none.
Ivanhoe : But that is a Christian teaching.
Isaac of York : Strange as it may be, so we are taught it too.
Ivanhoe : What you ask shall be done.
