All language subtitles for The Prince of Thieves (1948)

Steal the bread out of my
mouth, would he? That interloper!

Want him, Robin?

Later, Will Scarlet.

He can't get far
in Sherwood.

Halt, or I'll send this
arrow through your throat.

You do, Sir Knight, and you'll be
jutting quills like a porcupine.

You'll be more
reasonable unarmed.

If that's yours,
I fail to see the humor.

Cutpurse I may be,
but not a cutthroat.

Then whose
if not yours?

A stranger, poaching
in my preserve.

Your preserve?

Aye, Sherwood Forest,
my preserve.

And by what right
do you claim royal land?

By my own right.

Those are bold words
for a thief.

But not for Robin Hood.

Robin Hood,
the outlaw?

Aye.

Give him our gold, Brother,
and let's be gone.

And where are you going?
That is none of your concern.

I can't let you go alone.

The wood is full of danger,
and it's almost night.

Could there be greater
danger than yourself?

You misjudge me, lady.

I... I hope you understand
this slight precaution.

There. Come.

Ho, men!

Help!

Help!

My arm!

That's an ugly gash.

How did that happen?

I... I was gored
by a tusker.

How awful!
Please come in.

Pardon, my lady.

You may uncover
your eyes now, sir.

There! Welcome to the
camp of Robin Hood.

Will you share a cup
with me, my pretty?

Mind your manners,
Little John.

Fetch meat and ale
for our guests.

Do forgive
our rough bounty.

It fails to do justice
to your charms.

- Ah!
- Oh, what a peach she is!

Isn't she beautiful?

Well, you heard
what Robin said.

Get me some ale, some
meat. Quick! Quick!

A beautiful woman in our
midst is like a spring rain.

Everything about
begins to blossom.

It's too bad such fine
words can't be followed

by equally
as fine deeds.

Sooner or later, my bold
friend, you'll rue this day.

Prince John himself
will have to catch me first.

I was thinking
of King Richard.

Richard?
Richard is in France.

He may soon come home.

Do not jest with me.

These last five years, I've been
fighting in France at Richard's side.

I know of what I speak.

Then you're friends
of Richard's?

We are. And when
he's on the throne,

men like you will
pay for your crimes.

Crimes?

Please understand, I do not
defend this greenwood for myself,

rather against the tyrannies
of the Lord of Nottingham.

Sir Fitz-Alwin?

The same.

But he's a Saxon
and an honorable lord.

Saxon, yes,
but not honorable.

Fitz-Alwin is now
bleeding our people

to raise the dowry
of Lady Christabel.

A dowry for
Lady Christabel?

Yes, our noble
Saxon's daughter.

And as for Sherwood, I'm
keeping it in trust for Richard,

the only man worthy of
stalking the royal game.

Oh, here, I do not take
money from Richard's cause.

Friends of his
are friends of mine.

I am Sir Allan Claire, and
this is my sister, Lady Marian.

I am indeed honored, and regret
the inconvenience I have caused.

A camp is no place
for my lady.

I'll take you to the
cottage of my foster parents.

There I can offer you
choice of bed and board.

A toast to Richard!

Hail to King Richard!

Hail to King Richard.
Long may he live!

A hearty appetite
follows a hearty drink.

Now, fall to before
the meat gets cold.

Tell me, now, what
brings you to Sherwood?

Perhaps you have a message
from King Richard.

Those sly looks
are full of meaning.

Tell him, Allan,
there's nothing to hide.

I've come to claim the hand of
the Lady Christabel in marriage.

I'm afraid
you're a bit too late.

She's already promised
to another.

That dowry is being raised
for the Norman Baron Tristram.

But that's impossible. She was
promised to me five years ago.

Lady Christabel
is being sacrificed

upon the altar of
political expediency.

It is a foolish man
who continues to believe

in a promise
that is five years old.

Poor Lady Christabel is
but a pawn in Fitz-Alwin's hands.

He is forcing her
to marry the Baron.

But she is
my betrothed!

I have her father's word.

So much for
Fitz-Alwin's word.

No stronger
than candle wax.

I'll see Fitz-Alwin in the morning.
There must be some mistake.

Hear that?

For shame on you, Robin.

Have I taught you
woodlore all in vain

that thee cannot tell the sluffing
of the wind through the elms?

For shame.

If your lady should marry
the Norman Baron,

the bond will bring all of
Nottingham under his heel,

and that of his uncle,
Prince John.

There is hardship
enough to bear now,

but it will be nothing
compared to the misery to come.

Whose cold and
inhospitable eye is that?

Open up for a humble friar who
walks in the service of Our Lord.

Come in, good Friar.

Your cottage was lighted and it was
getting too dark to travel further.

I ask nothing for myself,
good people,

just a little fodder
for my faithful servant.

Take nourishment,
good Friar.

I'll stable
your animal myself.

Just a sliver will do for me, good dame.

Benediction on this
charitable family.

You will be remembered
at Holy Mass.

I am Robin Hood.

This is my foster mother,
Margaret Head.

Lady Marian, Sir Allan
Claire, brother and sister,

and my friend Little John
and Will Scarlet.

I'm on my way
to Nottingham Castle

to hear the prayers
of the faithful.

I, too, am on my way
to the castle.

Our young knight here came all the way
from France to marry Lady Christabel.

What? He doesn't know?

He knows,
but he doesn't believe.

That is not the wind
sluffing through the elms.

Perhaps not, Robin.

It might be the wounded hunter
I put in the room upstairs.

Wounded hunter?
What kind of wound?

In the left hand. Gored
by a tusker, he says.

In the left hand...

Why did you try
to kill Sir Allan?

The Baron, he paid me.

Bar the door!
Fitz-Alwin's men!

Unbar the door
and let me at them!

There are more important
things to do than that now.

Ooh.

It's plain to me now, the
confession of that rogue upstairs,

and then this
treacherous attempt.

Hold still!

Fitz-Alwin or the Baron,
or both of them together,

they want
no part of you alive.

You have no wound!

Huh?

Of course not.

You led me on.

Do you know any other way I could get
that soft white hand to stroke my brow?

How did they know
you were coming?

I wrote Fitz-Alwin
over a month ago.

But he'll not
get away with this.

I'll have his apology
before another night.

And he'll have your head
before another day.

Robin's right.

I refuse to
give up Christabel.

There is something
you can do.

What do you mean?

Take your lady
from old Fitz.

Steal her
from the castle?

You can't steal
what's already yours.

That's a bold move.

A bold move against Satan is
sometimes stronger than prayer.

It's your only way.

It won't be easy.

Oh, Mother Margaret,

bring Sir Allan
a new suit.

You'd best look like
one of us.

As you command, Robin.

Come with me, please.

I'll give you the tactic
in detail on the way.

I'm going with you.

No, it's better
that you stay here.

Yes, please stay.

My lady and I shall be
honored to have you.

I'll wait then.

Mother Margaret.

One for luck, my lady?

Let's be off before
my little beast tires.

One thing
before we start,

if we become separated, we'll
meet again at Roman Stone.

Where's that?

The old ruins at
the southwest end of Sherwood.

Little John and Will Scarlet will
stay at your side and show you the way.

Safe journey,
my boy.

God be with you,
Robin my lad.

Pray they
come back swiftly.

Daughter, you should be
with our guests.

I'd rather not.

My child, this is not the way to
behave on the eve of such a happy event.

It's not happy
for me, Father.

Christabel, don't let your young
heart interfere with mature judgment.

Think, the nephew
of Prince John,

the Baron Tristram,
is to be your husband.

Truly a wonderful match.

I can think only
of Allan.

Sir Allan Claire,
a wastrel and a vagabond.

But you promised me when
he returned, we'd be wed.

Christabel, Baron Tristram is a man
that any woman would be proud to own.

Yes, Fitz-Alwin,
what of Baron Tristram?

Welcome, Baron.

I was just saying that
the house of Fitz-Alwin

was fortunate to have
its blood mixed

with that of the royal
blood of Prince John.

Ah, yes, my uncle,
Prince John,

sends his warmest
felicitations, my lady.

Oh, forgive me, Baron,

I must prepare my household
for the wedding festivities.

Wedding. Our wedding.

That's a good sound.

I prefer
the sound of this.

You are lovely, my lady.
A joy to behold.

Your mind is elsewhere.

My lord, I dream
of a bold knight

who will soon return from
the wars and carry me off.

That, my lady,
is a silly illusion.

And I have a suspicion that this
bold knight may never return.

My dream tells me
he will.

Have no fear, my lady, no
dream shall stand between us.

We shall see,
my lord.

Lift the portcullis!

To Richard. May he
perish with his cause!

Fitz-Alwin,
I drink to Prince John,

a wise man, a bold ruler
and my blood relation.

Long may he reign.

Long may he reign.

Enough of politics, my lords.

Baron, I drink to your
bride-to-be, the Lady Christabel.

Her beauty outshines
the glitter of her dowry.

About the dowry, Baron, you
know I'm doing the best I can.

Yes, I know you are.

Look, our bowman.

I'm sorry, sire.

He's either dead drunk or
nearly dead, I can't tell which.

I'm sorry, sire.

I am late with cause.

Your lordship, sires,
the knight, Allan Claire...

Out with it, man,
what is it?

He lives.

What? Take him away!

No, sire.

Dangle him from
the nearest elm!

Let him swing, a failure for all to see!

No! No, not yet!

Roman Stone.
They go to Roman Stone.

Mercy, sire. Mercy!

Take him out.
Take him out!

Why don't
they understand?

What did the
bowman mumble?

Roman Stone, I think.
What is Roman Stone?

No telling what
Allan Claire will do.

Against our forces?

Take no chances,
Fitz-Alwin, double the guard!

Double the guard!
Double the guard!

Double the guard!
Double the guard!

Give us a little time,
then start.

That's
Lady Christabel's window.

Keep watch over us.

If need be,
remember Roman Stone.

Come, Sir Allan.

Open for a man
of the cloth.

Hoist the portcullis!

Lower it.

Hide the wine!
Here's the monk!

I heard that slur.

I'll teach you more
respect for my holy order.

Well, if it's laughter you're
looking for, gather around and listen.

Now, once upon a time, there
were two knights and two maids

who wanted to get married
to each other.

But the two knights feared
mother-in-law trouble...

...and when
the skirmish ended,

the two knights returned
to seek their maids.

They still wanted them.

Whenever you visit us, Friar, we
can always count on a merry time.

Never mind your
flattery, Maude.

Why is your daughter
not abed?

I was waiting for you,
good Friar.

My lady is in sore need
of comfort for her soul.

I'd better visit her
at once, then.

And say a prayer
for my Maude, Father.

The devil
seems to follow her.

Oh, Friar, what about the
two knights and the two maids?

They got married and their
mothers-in-law lived happily ever after.

Allan!

Christabel.

Five long years.

Summon the guard!
Summon the guard!

Summon the guard!
Summon the guard!

Hurry, lass, the Lady
Christabel may be in danger.

We must hasten to the other side of
the castle wall before we're discovered.

Where's your cloak?

My father will
never forgive me.

He will in time.

Believe me, it's the
only right thing to do.

Robin is trapped.
You've no time to lose.

I must help.

The Friar will stay
with you until I return.

Allan is safely away, but
Robin is still in danger.

I'll see what
I can do to help him.

My lady,
we haven't lost yet.

We could leave
by the secret passage.

The Friar could take a message
to Sir Allan and he could meet us.

Do we dare?

Hurry, write him!

Seize that monk!
He was with my lady.

He that lays hands on my holy
habit will be guilty of sin!

What's going on in here?

Nothing, Father, nothing.

Who's the man who just
left by the balcony?

And you were writing when I
came in. Oh, no, you don't.

Perhaps this is more of your
deceit. We shall soon see.

Thank goodness
Father can't read.

The light's too dim.

Here, can you
read this for me?

Stupid illiterate ass!

Selfish daughter!

About to become the
Baroness of Lincolnshire,

and you jeopardize the choicest
match in all of England!

Quick, my lady, please
write another letter.

Hurry, please.

What about Robin?

Well, there's nothing we can
do now but wait at Roman Stone.

Well, what have we here?

The face that haunts
my sleepless nights.

This is the cutpurse who held
me up a year ago in Sherwood.

Yes, verily, the same highwayman
who dined me with pheasant,

plied me with wine and then
robbed me of my pouch of gold.

Well, outlaw, the fox
is run to ground at last.

Take him off and
lock him in the keep.

I'll have my sport with him
before I have him hoisted.

If you please, sir.
No time now.

If you please, sir.
Please, your lordship.

Read this.

Lady Christabel has
fainted, my lord.

She's calling for you.

If she's fainted,
she'll be out of mischief.

I'll be there presently.
Well, read!

A mouse!
A mouse! Over there!

There! Save me!
Over there!

Save me!

Come, sit down!
Well, read!

"Oh, list to me, ladies, while
I relate a sorrowful tale of woe.

"While a lad to a lassie
of love did prate,

"a scoundrel
did lay him low.

"So take heed
all lovers... "

Is that all there is?

There's nothing subversive
here, my lord, merely a jingle.

Silly feminine prattle!

Get out!

Yes, my lord.

Thank you, my lord.

Have you seen Robin?

Robin? Oh, you mean
the handsome lad

with the broad chest
and the powerful arms?

You'd better control your
earthly fancies, Maude.

But what you saw
sounds like Robin.

If so, he's cooling
his shanks in the keep.

Too bad.
Such waste of so much man.

We must get him out.

That would be a pleasure, but
my first duty is to my lady.

We're leaving tonight by the
secret way to join Sir Allan.

Without Robin and myself,
you'll never find him.

First you must get
Robin out.

Since I'm an obedient girl, good
Friar, I shall try to do as you say.

I've an idea. Please come
with me to the pantry.

Let me have your cassock,
Father, and a basket with food.

Hurry, please.

Wait here for me.

Maudie.

Oh, it's you, Geoffrey.

As if you didn't know.

If you must know, I came to
see the handsome prisoner.

Well...

No kissing here, darling, not
with all those guards looking on.

Take a walk, men. The fresh
night air will do you good.

I love you, Geoffrey.

And I love you, too, Geoffrey.

Hurry, please.

Here, put this on quickly.

Come.

Here.

He's in there.
I'll keep watch.

Well, here I am.
Bless you, Robin lad.

Come on, give me the habit, quick! Aye.

How can you eat at a time
like this? Come on, hurry!

The message?

Here.

This is Robin Hood,
my lady.

Robin Hood?
He's quite harmless.

I'm here to help you,
Lady Christabel.

He and the Friar
will lead us to Sir Allan.

Burn this.

Let's hurry! Let's get out of
here before the hounds are upon us.

Robin Hood has escaped!

What's that you say?

Robin Hood has escaped!

Robin Hood escaped?
You lie!

Surely my daughter
is safe.

Turn out every soldier.
Turn out every soldier.

Search the castle!
Search the castle!

Search the castle!
Find me Robin Hood!

Looking for me, Maudie?

You're too popular.

Can I help it?

Christabel!

Christabel!

Such darkness was meant for
sinners, not for the righteous.

So she's gone, too, eh?

You blundering buffoon!

What are you going to do
now? What is there to do?

"What is there to do?" I'll
show you what there is to do.

First of all, I'm going to
find the fair Lady Christabel,

and return her safely.

Then I'm going to ferret
out this Robin Hood

and serve him up on a plank
with an apple in his mouth!

Guard, is there a place
called Roman Stone?

Yes, sire. Do you know where it is?

Yes, sire. Very well,
meet us in the gateyard.

The outlaws of Sherwood
Forest won't forget this night.

I'll brand it into the memory
of every Saxon in the shire!

Come, Phillip.

Well, we do
live and learn.

Is Allan here?

No, but I'll lead you
to him.

Follow me to the horses.

Well, here we are
at Roman Stone.

I hope Robin
isn't too long.

There's a new moon tonight.

That's good luck for us.

Good, their horses
are gone.

I'll go to the cottage
and get Lady Marian.

Friar, do you know
the way to Roman Stone?

Yes. We'll meet you there later.

All right.
Come on, ladies.

Do hurry.
We mustn't delay.

What's wrong, Friar?

I... I think
I've lost the way.

Oh, no!
Friar!

Well, but don't worry.
I'll find it again.

Listen!
We must be near!

Huh?
Shh! Robin?

Ho, Robin!
Is that you, Robin?

Aye, it's Robin.
Who's that?

The Friar.
This way, Robin, my lad.

My lady, my lady!

Help, it's a trap!
They've taken my lady!

Help!

Help, help!
They've taken my lady!

Help, help!

Help! Help!

The Baron, he took my
lady. He took my lady.

Allan! Allan!

I'm sorry, Robin,
I thought it was you.

We'll mark this day
in black, Friar.

But the days to come,
we'll mark in red.

"1,000 gold coins for the
head of Robin Hood, thief and bandit.

"2,500 gold coins.

"All ye travelers crossing Sherwood
headed for the domain of Fitz-Alwin

"will pay a toll befitting rank
and station up to 2,500 gold coins.

"Serfs and bondsmen
are alone exempt,

"and they alone are
welcome as free men.

"Robin Hood,
thief and bandit!"

Bowman, pay my respects.

See how it's done?

Now, Fitz-Alwin's swordsmen will be among
the best, and they'll give us a battle.

You, pair off and try it.

Some water?
Yes, thank you, dear.

Lighter, lighter, lighter!

Not bad.

Hey!
Aye.

Things haven't been the same
since the women moved in.

What have you got to wheeze
about? The vittles are fancier.

But now I've got to wash
my hands before every meal.

Hello, there.

Oh, you startled me.

Forgive me, my lady.
What are you about?

Gathering greens
for the soup.

We don't expect our guests
to work for their keep.

The hours would be that much
longer if I sat twiddling my thumbs.

Ruddy cheeks,
sparkling eyes...

I must say, this rustic
living agrees with you.

You flatter me.

I admire your courage,
Lady Marian.

Most women would be
seeking protection

when surrounded by
a pack of thieves.

Are you suggesting I'll
have to defend myself?

Not at all, my lady.
Merely a precaution.

Here, now, take this
bow and arrow, for example.

A lady an archer?

Come.

Now, we'll affix this arrow.

So,

take aim.

See how simple?

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, so it's you,
false monk?

True, Lindsay, but false
only in the eyes of enemies.

What do you want of me?
I'm a poor man.

Poor in coin, perhaps,
but not in information.

Is Lady Christabel
at the castle?

She is, and well guarded.

What have you done with
my innocent daughter?

She's in safe
and tender hands.

Only for her sake will
we let you go unharmed.

As for you, Friar, when
the Archbishop of London

sends his personal
delegate tomorrow morning,

I shall recommend
your excommunication.

On your way, Lindsay!

The Archbishop's
personal delegate?

Tomorrow morning.

Why would the Archbishop of London send
his personal delegate to Nottingham?

It could be nothing less than
birth or death or marriage.

Marriage, did you say?

Nothing less than
a noble marriage.

A noble marriage at
Nottingham and we not invited?

That can't be.

It's wonderful!

Too cold.

Come on over here.

I'm getting out.

I'm going to stay in.

Have you had enough?

Not yet.

Lady Marian!
Lady Marian!

Bring those horses!

How dare you be
so shameless!

I, shameless?

You don't know who I am.

You're a very pretty wench,
that's all I need to know.

I'll have you know
I'm the Lady Marian Claire!

The sister of Sir Allan?

He who skulks in the forest
with Robin Hood?

Better man than you
who has no honor.

Now, set me down at once!

Set you down, my lady, when every
minute you become more beautiful?

And valuable.

We'll gather our men
before dawn.

That should be in time
to halt the wedding.

Aye.

Boys, boys!
Where's Robin and Sir Allan?

Seems to be
some excitement.

Ho!

We were taken
by surprise.

All of a sudden, there they
were. They rode off with her.

It was awful. She's gone! She's gone!

Easy, Maude, easy.
Now, who's gone?

Lady Marian.

You and Lady Marian were to stay
here. Why was that order disobeyed?

We were bathing. All of
a sudden, there they were,

the Baron and Sir Phillip.
They carried her off.

Little John, Will Scarlet,
George, Buck! Gather all the men!

We'll meet here at midnight
and sack the castle at dawn!

This is the day
of reckoning, lads.

Dead or alive, we'll be free
men. So ride, you devils, ride!

Now, this is the castle.
Over here, the village.

We strike at the village,
making a diversion.

Meanwhile, Sir Allan and
myself will head for the castle.

What's this?
A white horse.

Whose is it?

Head him off!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, baby. Whoa, whoa.

This is
Lady Marian's horse.

This was attached
to the saddle.

Well, what does it say?

"The freedom of the Lady
Marian will be exchanged

"for the capitulation
of the outlaw Robin Hood. "

It's from Fitz-Alwin.
Read on!

"Robin Hood will come
alone and unarmed

"to the edge of the forest
opposite the castle

"before sunrise
of the morrow,

"and there place himself into
the custody of two halberdiers

"who will bind him and
bring him to the castle.

"Once Robin Hood is in irons,
the Lady Marian will be released.

"If Robin Hood
defies this order,

"the life of the Lady
Marian will be forfeit. "

It's a trap!
What will you do?

Give myself up,
of course, before sunrise.

No, no!

Little John!
Will Scarlet!

The prisoner is suffering
from hallucinations.

Is it too dark for you to recognize
Fitz-Alwin's halberdiers, outlaw?

Where's Sir Allan?

He and the Merry Men will soon be
heading for the castle portcullis,

ready to attack if
old Fitz tries any tricks.

You shouldn't have
done this, lads.

It's too late, now, Robin,
you're at our mercy.

The bandit surrenders!

The bandit surrenders!
Lift the portcullis!

Take him to the Baron!

Well, Baron, he won't escape this time.

Your gallows
await you, outlaw.

I've kept my part
of the bargain.

Now I would like
to see Lady Marian.

He wants to see the lady.
How very thoughtful of him.

Everything is ready,
my lords.

I insist upon seeing
Lady Marian.

I'm afraid we haven't
time for that.

I understand she now
belongs to Sir Phillip.

Sir Phillip?

I promised her to him.
I'm arranging a marriage.

Why, you...

We need time.

Hang him!
To the gallows!

Up the scaffold.

Hang him!

Hang him!

Back, lads,
this is my pleasure!

All right, lads.

Send for some
more archers!

Send for some
more archers!

Clumsy fools!

Your horse is ready, my lord. Sir
Phillip is safely away with my ladies.

Very well. I must leave for my marriage.

Fitz-Alwin, I charge you with the
responsibility of subduing this outlaw Robin Hood

and holding him in irons
until I return.

Send for some
more archers!

Lancers, to your stations!
Bowmen, to the battlements!

I've got him!

Little John! Will?
Where's Will?

Beyond the arch, I think.

Will. Will.

Are you all right?
Will, what have they done?

Oh, he's all right.

Why, you big oaf.
Pretending you were dead.

Here's Fitz-Alwin.

What have you done
with Lady Marian?

In the village,
with my daughter.

And the Baron?

Gone to his wedding.
To the village?

Of course, Robin. The parish
priest would never hold a wedding

within the shadow
of the gallows.

Bring him along!

Follow me, men!

My dear friends, you are
about to enter into a union

which is most sacred
and most serious.

It is most sacred because it
is established by God himself.

Lay down your arms!
Lay down your arms!

Your Reverence, you're marrying
the lady to the wrong man.

Get on with
the ceremony!

This holy ritual will not be
desecrated by fighting.

Now, what is this?

Speak!

My daughter and this knight have
been betrothed these past five years.

Will Your Reverence continue the
ceremony with the proper people?

I'll put an end
to this nonsense!

I'll give this back to you, Baron, if
you'll step away from this holy altar.

There'll be no
sacrilege here.

Sir Phillip,
will you so honor me?

My dear friends...

Wait for me.
Wait for me!

You may
proceed now, Father.

That's one of
Prince John's men.

It's a royal herald!

What's your hurry, man?

I carry momentous news
of great import.

Unhand my horse!

What's this great news,
young fellow?

Richard, the Pretender,
has returned to England.

Richard! Richard returned to England!

With this ring,
I thee wed.

With this ring, I thee wed.

And unto thee,
I pledge my fidelity.

And unto thee,
I pledge my fidelity.

Richard has
returned to England!

Richard has returned
to England!

Richard has
returned to England!

Richard has returned
to England!

Hail Richard! Hail Richard!

He marches against
the armies of Prince John!

Prince John calls on all
Englishmen to rally to his cause

to drive the invader
from the shores of England!

No! Never!

Who will ride with me
for Richard?

We must go to join
King Richard.

Do you mean right now?

We ride for King
and country!

Hey, wait for me!