The Three Musketeers Page #4

Maybe you should|tell me your name first.

D'Artagnan.

D'Artagnan?

The famous swordsman.

The famous will be.

Oh, no.

I only came from the country|a few days ago, I...

I just got these clothes today.

The famous D'Artagnan.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'll go.

No.

Oh, D'Artagnan.

I am just as simple as you are.

I'm just a girl|who works at the palace and...

I am not used to being in love.

I'm late.

Oh, I am late.

Swear on your honor|you won't follow me.

But you're not going out of here alone.

Oh trust me.

I beg of you, trust me.

Where are you going?

If you love me, please,|please don't follow me.

But I...

You asked me to trust you.|D'Artagnan!

Eave me to keep some cheap rendez-vous on a stree

Stop. Stop.

It's George,|the minister of Buckingham,

Prime Minister of England.

Buckingham!

I'm sorry my dear,|but the man can not be left

in the possession|of such knowledge.

It becomes my necessity|to kill him.

Oh, your grace.

He is loyal to the queen|and besides I...

I love him.

I face Richelieu and all his spies

and than I am risking|being impaled on a lovers sword?

What a fate for England.

Come.

In here a moment please.

Your Majesty, a messenger|from Spain has come

with intelligence|about your presence.

Her majesty the queen.

Anne, my little Anne.

George. A thousand times|you must not come.

A thousand times I shall come.

Why don't you help me?

Why can't you understand?

I understand nothing|except that I love you.

But the earth is small

and there is no room on it|for you and me apart.

Oh, my darling.

Confess to me that you still love me.

Bear your tears in my evidence.

I weep for myself.

For my husband, for my country.

Your country is wise.

But your husband is an idiot.

But Richelieu's spies|are everywhere.

In my court, in my bedchamber.

I have no one to trust.

You have me.

I have?

Chelieu's spies discovered you were coming to France

even before you left England.

And Countess De Winter?

What intimate circumstances did she discover the se

Anne!

Can't I even trust you?

And I love you.

And I can't help myself.

You accuse me of faithlessness?

No.

I accept it.

George, I love you.

But you must not come here again.

I forbid you|ever to come to Paris.

Alone, in disguise, at the mercy|of Richelieu's villains.

Richelieu forbids me|to come as ambassador.

Then I shall never see you again.

No, if I can not see you as beggar.

If I can not see you as ambassador,

then I shall see you as conqueror.|You understand?

Buckingham.|England is mine.

France shall be mine and|you shall be mine Anne.

But you must go.

Here.

I give this to you in parting.

We must never meet again.

I shall treasure these

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