Henry V (1944)

Francis Lister: Duke of Orleans

Quotes 

• Duke of Bourbon : Normans, but bastard Normans! Norman bastards! Mort de ma vie! If they march along unfought withal, but I will sell my dukedom, to buy a slobbery and a dirty farm in that nook-shotten isle of Albion.

  Duke of Orleans : Dieu de batailles! Where have they this mettle? Is not their climate foggy, raw and dull, on whom, as in despite, the sun looks pale, killing their fruit with frowns? And shall our quick blood, spirited with wine, seem frosty?

  Duke of Bourbon : By faith and honor, our madams mock at us, and plainly say our mettle is bred out and they will give their bodies to the lust of English youth to new-store France with bastard warriors.