The Three Musketeers Page #2

Why not?|But I fight him in one hour.

And I am too.|You are too?

What a complete madman!

You know I'm affording|a positive affection for you.

You can afford his affection.

You will get him|before he is a corps.

Who are you to complain?|Complain!

Now just a minute!|Who found him first?

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen,|your quarrels are with me,

not with each other.

To talk so well|and to die so young.

I really do regret this.

Sorry, you're wounded.

You'll find the left hand|most confusing.

Come on.

Ready?

Athos! Hussacs

Richelieu's guards.

Five of them.

Leave your swords.|You are under arrest.

Three against five uh?

Four against five.

This gives me great pleasure|gentlemen.

Duels are forbidden.

In the name of|Prime Minister Richelieu,

I arrest you.

Do your best in the King's name.

Why don't you use|your right hand, Athos?

I save my right hand|for my drinking.

Touche!

Be careful. That's Husac

Behind you.

Let him go.

Gentlemen!

No, come watch.

Is this the peasant you were going|to fight with your left hand?

Hey!

Hey!

Bravo! Bravo!

Who are you?

Tell Richelieu,|the name is D'Artagnan.

You are moderate men.

Which one of you was so vulgar

to use a dueler's trousers|as a target?

I did sir.

You did that act!

By tomorrow|you'll be the talk of Paris.

But you have a great deal to learn.

Richelieu is|the King's first minister.

He is an unpopular,|but an extremely powerful man.

Richelieu has many ambitions.

Such as war against England.

And most important, the complete|destruction of the King's powers.

The King's position is delicate.

We don't want to|make it impossible.

Send him back a corps alright.

But don't send him back|with his trousers dripping.

Now do you understand?

No, sir.|Captain De Treville.

His majesty the King orders|the immediate presence of

Captain De Treville, musketeers|Athos, Aramis and Porthas.

And somebody called D'Artagnan.

Find that brainless cut throat.

Yes, your Majesty.

Obvious imbeciles!

Which is this one?

D'Artagnan, your Majesty.

Well find him some decent clothes.

How can I face Richelieu

when my men don't wear|decent clothes?

Which of these is the one|that so embarrassed me?

D'Artagnan, your Majesty.

Imbecile!

Don't they realize that|Richelieu is my dearest friend

and stance defender?

They are too young, Majesty.

Don't they realize

that the dignity of my first|minister is the dignity of...

They're impetuous men|your Majesty

Don't interrupt me|when I am talking well.

What did you say?

They're impetuous men|your Majesty.

Impetuous imbeciles!

Five hundred francs.

Go on. Go on! Go on away.

And get him some decent clothes.

Wardrobe, a valet, a horse.

All he needs now is a rich widow.

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