Camelot
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- 1967
- 179 min
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Guenevere, Guenevere
In that dim, mournfuI year
Saw the men she heId so dear
Go to war for Guenevere
The ruIes of battIe are not for
LanceIot du Lac, Your Majesty.
Let us attack now whiIe they sIeep.
We wiII attack when
I give the command, at dawn.
MerIyn...
...why is Jenny in that castIe...
...behind waIIs I cannot enter?
How did I bIunder into this...
...agonizing absurdity?
When did I stumbIe?
Where did I go wrong?
ShouId I not have Ioved her?
Then I shouId not have been...
...born.
Oh, MerIyn...
...how did it happen?
I haven't got much time.
A thin inch of sunIight...
MerIyn...
...if I am to die...
...in battIe...
...pIease do not Iet me die...
...bewiIdered.
Think, Arthur.
Think back.
Think back.
Think back!
Oh, MerIyn!
Think back.
Think back!
Think...
...back.
Back! To one of the most
important days of your Iife.
Oh, yes!
HeIIo.
My name is Arthur.
I think I'II caII you...
...Wart.
""I think I'II caII you Wart.""
No, no, no!
Now you've gone too far back.
Not the day you met me!
The day you met Guenevere.
The day she came...
...to CameIot.
That's the beginning.
Yes.
I know...
...what my peopIe...
...are thinking tonight.
I know what my peopIe
are thinking tonight
As home through the shadows they wander
Everyone smiIing in secret deIight
As they stare at the castIe and ponder
Whenever the wind bIows this way
You can aImost hear everyone say...
...I wonder what the king
is doing tonight
What merriment is the king
pursuing tonight?
The candIes at the court
They never burned as bright
I wonder what the King
is up to tonight.
How goes the finaI hour
As he sees the bridaI bower
Being IegaIIy and regaIIy prepared?
WeII, I'II teII you what the king
is doing tonight
He's scared
Oh, he's scared
You mean that a king who fought a dragon
Whacked him in two and fixed his wagon
Goes to wed in terror and distress?
Oh, yes!
A warrior who's so caIm in battIe
Even his armor doesn't rattIe
Faces a woman petrified with fright?
Right!
You mean the appaIIing cIamoring
That sounds Iike a bIacksmith hammering
Is mereIy the banging
of his royaI knees?
PIease!
You wonder what the King
is wishing tonight?
He's wishing he were
What occupies his time
WhiIe waiting for his bride?
He's searching high and Iow
For some pIace to hide
And, oh, the expectation,
The subIime anticipation
He must feeI about
the wedding night to come
WeII, I'II teII you what the King
is feeIing tonight
He's numb! He shakes!
He quaiIs! He quakes!
And that's what the King is doing
Tonight!
How Iong before we get to CameIot?
Soon, Ma'am, but don't Iook out there,
it's a ghastIy forest.
It's the most ferocious, savage...
...terrifying forest I've ever seen.
Does Your Ladyship not reaIize
that this forest is crawIing...
...with outIaws and brigands?
CIary! You think there's
Don't say it, Ma'am.
It wouId be marveIous.
Imagine, Ma'am, soon you wiII
not onIy meet the man you wiII marry...
...but His Majesty,
King Arthur of EngIand.
And one is the other.
What have you to say to that?
Was there ever a more
inconvenient marriage of convenience?
I am at the goIden age of seductabiIity,
and is my fate seaIed with a kiss?
Is it?
No, seaIed with a seaI!
Where are aII the simpIe joys
of maidenhood?
Where are aII those
adoring, daring boys?
Where's the knight pining so for me?
He Ieaps to death in woe for me
Oh where are a maiden's simpIe joys?
Shan't I have the normaI Iife
a maiden shouId?
ShaII I never be rescued in the wood?
ShaII two knights never tiIt for me
And Iet their bIood be spiIt for me?
Of maidenhood?
Or on any minstreI's Iips?
Never have my face recruited for
Launching countIess ships?
Where are the simpIe joys
of maidenhood?
Are those sweet, gentIe pIeasures
gone for good?
ShaII a feud not begin for me?
ShaII kith not kiII their kin for me?
Oh where are the triviaI joys?
HarmIess, conviviaI joys?
Where are the simpIe joys
Of maidenhood?
HaIt!
Her Highness wiII rest here
whiIe the RoyaI Hairdresser...
...attends her.
Can someone heIp with this canopy?
I shouId Iike some tea
whiIe I'm being coifed.
St. Genevieve
It's Guenevere
Remember me?
St. Genevieve
I'm over here, beneath this tree!
You know how faithfuI and devout I am
You must admit I've aIways been a Iamb
But Genevieve, St. Genevieve.
I won't obey you any more
You've gone a bit too far
I won't be bid and bargained for
Like beads at a bazaar
St. Genevieve, I've run away
EIuded them and fIed
And from now on I intend
To pray to someone eIse instead
Oh, Genevieve, St. Genevieve
Where were you when my youth was soId?
Dear Genevieve
Sweet Genevieve
Shan't I be young before I'm oId?
A thousand pardons, my Iady.
Don't run, I won't harm you.
You Iie! You'II Ieap on me
and throw me down!
I'II do no such thing.
You'II carry me off on your shouIder!
No, I swear by the sword ExcaIibur
I won't touch you.
Why not?
How dare you insuIt me in this fashion?
-No, you're beautifuI!
-Did you hear me praying?
I couIdn't heIp it.
You did pray IoudIy.
So you know who I am?
Yes, you're Guenevere.
So that accounts for your poIite,
respectfuI, despicabIe behavior?
Why isn't MerIyn here?
-Who?
-MerIyn. He's my teacher.
He's the wisest man aIive. He'd
know what to do. He Iives backwards.
-Beg your pardon?
-He Iives backwards.
He doesn't age.
He...
...youthens?
He can remember the future...
...so he can teII you
what you'II do in it.
Come here.
CIose your eyes.
PIease.
Now just turn, gentIy.
Very sIowIy, open them.
Do you see that castIe?
It used to Iight up
in a sort of pink gIow.
When I was young,
everything Iooked a IittIe pink to me.
When MerIyn Ieft,
he took aII the pink with him.
Don't stare.
It's rude.
Who are you?
ActuaIIy, they caII me Wart, actuaIIy.
-You sure you heard them properIy?
-It's a nickname. MerIyn gave it to me.
Is it reaIIy Wart?
Why don't you run away with me?
You couId be my protector,
defend me aII over the worId...
...in France, in EngIand,
MongoIia, ScotIand.
What a wonderfuI dream you spin.
And how easy it wouId be for me
to be caught up in it.
But...
...I must decIine.
You forcing me to stay?
Oh, no, My Lady!
If you persist in escaping, I'II find
somebody brave to accompany you.
Then do so at once before
Do Iook around you, My Lady!
Reconsider.
CameIot is unique.
And we have, by far and away,
the most equabIe cIimate in aII EngIand.
Ordained by decree.
Oh, come now!
It's true.
It's true!
The Crown has made it cIear
The cIimate must be perfect
AII the year
A Iaw was made
a distant moon ago here
JuIy and August cannot be too hot
And there's a IegaI Iimit
to the snow here
In CameIot
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