Character: Angelica Fanshawe

- We're going to Westminster!
- Let's first try to talk to them.
- Enough talk, we talked that night, when they cut Thomas to pieces.

- Can you love a stupid woman? I was a fool.
- I love you in your wedding day with Harry Fanshawe. Until that moment I didn't know that I have a heart. You brought new feelings of joy, hope. They are sharper than any blades that had cut me before.

What is the point to overthrow the king, or to split the land if we are not able to share at least what's in us?

Love!..
- Yes, love. I think you don't know her and I feel sorry for you.
Love helped the diggers when their fields came the army?
- No.
- What love does to people, if not make them fools run to death? Love leads to the end!

- I'm tired of murders and of this cruel world.
- The world is not cruel, only some people who live in it.

Sometimes we see what isn't there. We see the demons they themselves have created.

- Do you admit my guilt and ask for mercy?
- I ask nothing neither you nor the other men. Men have accused me, condemned and now men will kill me. Men all my life and stopped my mouth. But before I go, I'm finally able to say: you are a thief sir, because you kidnapped the world. You are a murderer, because you killed his dreams. And you, sir, are a whore because you sold your soul for a bag of gold.

I'll go to Massachusetts and there to find a wife.
- And what, Colonel?
- So that lived and worshipped freedom, one that knew how to love and be loved. And beautiful.
In England there are none?
- No. I don't fit the wife-the Englishwoman, mA'am. A painted girl who knows nothing except thousands of years of privilege and calls it an origin or custom. Who calls obedience to duty and lives only to please her husband and keep his property to the sons. I need a free spirit, without a touch of thousands of years of hypocrisy.

Between the blood at birth and the blood on his deathbed - is life. Now the struggle is my life, and what is the meaning of your? Laugh at hope? To live and die alone?

I was told that you died at Kineton.
Death stalked me like a jealous lover, but I survived.

- What do you think about Thomas Rainsboro?
- What if my lady was out to lunch, he would have licked the plate.