Gallant Ladies Page #5

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They'll slaughter you!

Our religion has seen other martyrs.

Go with him...

and protect him as you can.

My dear Brantme!

I've been here for weeks.

But they're wary.

So I make up for lost time.

My travelling and lusting companion.

He knows about Elizabeth Tudor.

Tell her how I kissed her!

I was her "toad".

Yes, Sire, you spent a good evening!

Your mother sent me to talk to you.

I have a message from your sister too.

Don't ever leave me!

I'll make you chamberlain!

Life away from Paris is a bore!

She asked me to send for you.

She's still in bed.

Come in, M. de Brantme.

Do you know the resurrected Mlle.

de Thorigny?

M. de Champvallon forgot his hat again.

We'll give it to him tonight.

I was eager to see you.

My mother tells me you were successful.

My brother's returning.

Yes, and on your conditions.

That's fine diplomacy.

One day, my brother will be King.

You and I will benefit

from his ambitions for peace.

Take this handkerchief.

It will be your password.

Your cousin Bussy is a lout.

I dismissed him.

He had two other mistresses.

I hope you're not like that.

I don't want my belt stolen.

Talk about women.

I hear you and Bussy

know them best at court.

It's a treat for me to know them.

Come, come, Brantme, to each his own.

Keep your rank. I'm a king's wife.

Or find a way to make me want to.

Farewell, till we meet again!

Many a kiss on your lips.

Many a kiss on your lips.

I never had the chance.

Peace talks had begun.

She joined her husband,

the King of Navarre, in Nrac.

Tell your master a lady is here to comfort him.

He'll understand.

My poor friend! It's my turn

to warm your heart.

Your queen has gone!

We're just friends.

Friendship and love are the same for you.

Not really.

It's fortunate we both refuse jealousy.

I've only two hours.

We must try to hurry.

Help me.

How can you live in such bareness?

My husband's arms.

The Marchal de Labadens

likes to be everywhere.

The clergy forbids women

to wear underpants.

If they do, they're excommunicated!

The devout are bare-assed all winter!

First assault!

Let's see your muzzles!

Brantme! Next time you won't get away.

Your mistress's protector

refuses to share her.

Thank you.

Which mistress does he mean?

If only I knew!

I like cuckolds...

but not cruel, bloodthirsty maniacs!

They can't satisfy their wives!

They assume the right to murder!

Often they kill wife

and lover to marry again!

Is that Christian?

They kill women...

often superior to them...

in beauty, talent,

intelligence and charm.

For women are superior to us!

Cuckolds don't realize that!

If God exists, He must be a woman!

The Romans simply repudiated their wives.

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