Ivanhoe Quotes in Ivanhoe (1952)

Ivanhoe: Hold my Lords!

Ivanhoe: I Wilfred of Ivanhoe, do challenge the judgment of this tribunal. In the name of the accused, I demand that her guilt or innocence be determined in the eyes of God by wager of battle.

Isaac of York: I heard the jester call you "lvanhoe." But lvanhoe is Cedric's son, and Cedric called him dead. Who are you, then?

Ivanhoe: I am King Richard's envoy. Does that make us friends or foes?

Isaac of York: It does not make you my foe, sire, but then, I am allowed no king.

Ivanhoe: Why not?

Isaac of York: Because I am allowed no country. I am deeply in your debt, sire. Tell me how I can repay you.

Ivanhoe: I seek 150,000 marks of silver - the price of Richard's ransom from Leopold of Austria.

Isaac of York: Glance around you, sire. What you see is all we've saved from every home we tried to make. A toy or two from every land that cast us out. I am not a rich man, Sir lvanhoe.

Ivanhoe: No, but you are the patriarch of your tribe. Tell your people Richard must be ransomed. They will find the wealth.

Isaac of York: I see you love Richard, sire, but he was no friend to my people. Our synagogues were looted to send him on his crusades.

Ivanhoe: Do you prefer the persecution of his brother, John?

Isaac of York: There is little to choose between Black John and Richard, yea and nay, if you are a Jew.

Ivanhoe: Then I pledge you this, Isaac. You're a race without a home or a country. Deliver Richard, and he will deliver your people from persecution.

Isaac of York: My friend, you ask for more than we can give. - And you offer more than Richard can give.

Ivanhoe: Do you doubt my word? Write down whatever terms you want. I shall sign them in King Richard's name.

Isaac of York: We shall need no pledge on paper, you and I. Let Richard promise this instead. Let him promise justice to each man whether he be Saxon or Norman or Jew... for justice belongs to all men or it belongs to none.

Ivanhoe: But that is a Christian teaching.

Isaac of York: Strange as it may be, sire, we are taught it too.

Prince John: Your foe has bloodied you, sir knight. Will you concede defeat?

[Ivanhoe, disguised in black armor, shakes his head no]

Prince John: You fight too well to die so mean a death. Will you not throw in your lot with me instead?

Ivanhoe: That would be an even meaner death, your grace.