Character: Angelika de peyrac / Angelique du Plessis-Belier. Page 2

- Where are you going? Are you afraid of me?
- No.
- So you're afraid of yourself?
Yes.

- What a slap in the face? Wind can not give a slap in the face.
- What a fine phrase.
It is my profession.
- You're a poet?
Yes.

- I hate you, I hate you... No, I hate myself...
I love you for both.

- Yesterday, killed my maid, and today tried to kill me.
- And who prevented them? The people on the streets?
- It was not on the streets and in the corridors of the Louvre.
Apparently they go crazy from boredom in this huge barn.

- I heard that you're unavailable.
- Who dares?
- Stop it! You deny to the king that give my subjects into the castle corridors, on the benches!
Your Majesty will stoop to in order to collect the false gossip. You want I gave you? You can do everything. Order...
- In my hands only an empty shell. All your thoughts turn to the Parka, to this devil!

He did the gold!
- He just extracted it from the rock.
- The essence is different: he has so much gold that he imagines himself the most powerful. Luxury, Madam, not for mere mortals. Only a king should live like royalty.
My husband only cares about the welfare of the king.
- Being the richest of my subjects hold a whole army, creating a state within a state!?

- Anyway, the Parka will burn on the place de Greve.
But he's innocent!
- How many innocent climbed the scaffold?

- You're lying! Why all the dirt?
- I'm not afraid of dirt, it sometimes hide state secrets.

The Geoffrey respects the king.
- But the king does not favor those who are superior in any way.

- Go!
- How many times I was chased away and all of these ladies then, they thanked me that I did not listen to them.
- They were unpretentious taste.

- Ward - the most dangerous seducer Paris.
- What is the danger?
- I show on demand.
Plus, he's a scoundrel.
Is more like it.

- You sorcerer! If gold was so easy to get, everyone would know and everyone would be doing it!
- Everyone knows the seven notes of the octave, but only Monsieur Lully knows how to compose an Opera.

- Why did you marry me?
- Before I met you, for the sake of a tin mine to your father.
Well, business is business.
But as soon as I saw you, you married for the sake of your beauty.
- And now?
- Admire your courage. When I hug you, I'll be a happy man.
This will never happen.
- Smooths the sharp corners. Most importantly, stay as beautiful as now.

- Poor Sansa is so passionate about his flocks that he smells like a beast.
- The smell of manure better than tar! In any case, we are not plotting to poison the king.