The War Lord (1965)
Chrysagon: From under his right hand, I took that sword. I've lived twenty years with that cold wife.
Priest: Well, now, fertility. Some say it's pagan. But who's not pagan in some matters?
Draco: True, true! I love the speech of scholars.
Priest: These young folks here think of nothing but frolic. "Desist!" I tell them, but they will go a-wantoning. So, lest the Devil take them, I preach them a text from holy writ. "Increase and multiply," I say. "Replenish the earth." And oh! how they obey me.
Priest: Will help come soon from Ghent?
Chrysagon: Help? Aye, if the Duke wills, it'll come, soon or late.
Priest: But... but will it be in time?
Bors: Hah! Lookee, Priest. If they rise early, move fast, and find us alive... then it will be in time.
Draco: While I ate the bread you earned in the wars, and rode the horse you gave me. And lived in the shadow of your sickening righteousness, because the Duke smiled on you. Well, he's not smiling now!