MiLady DeWinter Quotes in The Four Musketeers: Milady's Revenge (1974)

MiLady DeWinter: [to Rochefort] I reek of England and Calvinism.

Athos: [the Musketeers have captured MiLady] As the Comte de la Fere; with the rights of high, middle and low justice, I accuse this woman of the murder of Constance de Bonacieux. How say you?

Aramis: Death.

Porthos: Death.

D'Artagnan: [Hesitating] Death.

Athos: Death.

MiLady DeWinter: No! You have no power of justice over me! D'Artagnan! If you love me; do not let them do this!

Athos: Make one move to save her, D'Artagnan and we will cross swords; and this time, I swear I will kill you.

MiLady DeWinter: I have affairs to be settled.

Cardinal Richelieu: I'm not concerned with your affairs.

MiLady DeWinter: I would wish it.

Cardinal Richelieu: I'm not concerned with your wishes, Milady.

Athos: And you mark this: you kill Buckingham or have him killed, it's no matter to me. He's an Englishman and an enemy. But you touch one hair of D'Artagnan's head and I swear, as God is my judge, I'll break you on the wheel with my own hand.

MiLady DeWinter: No. Monsieur D'Artagnan has assaulted me, insulted me...

Athos: [shouts] Since when has it been possible to insult *you*, Madame?

MiLady DeWinter: And he will die for it.

Athos: [produces a pistol] Have you ever seen a woman shot in the stomach? You know me, Milady. Give me the papers the Cardinal wrote just now. I'll give you five seconds.

Duke of Buckingham: [upon learning that Milady had planned to kill him] Trust to the Cardinal to employ every diplomatic argument. At least it relieves my conscience of any doubts I may have had of assisting the French rebels.

MiLady DeWinter: I shall inform His Eminence.

Duke of Buckingham: Lady, you'll inform no one! You came here as an ambassadress, but by God, you'll *stay* here as an assassin!

MiLady DeWinter: What do you want of me? There's nothing between us.

Athos: Thank God! But there might be.

Athos: [He is face to face with Milady] The Gascon was right... you're still beautiful.

[He advances into the light; she recognizes him]

MiLady DeWinter: The Comte de la Fere!

Athos: No, Milady. The Comte de la Fere is dead. You killed me years ago... out riding on a summer's day.

[Her hand strays towards the hidden brand on her left shoulder]

Athos: It's burned no deeper into you than it is into me.