Upon your passing each and every test.

Tend to your duties! Serve your drinks!

Go to your chambers!

to ask how my future impressed her.

The use of weapons and how to fight.

Your escorts to see you safely to the lists.

Oh, no, you have to get to your ceremony!

M'lords, to your chambers. Ponder this problem.

your heart and your sword to defend the true king of England.

I don't mean to be disparaging to your little friends,

He taught me how to love freedom and hate injustice.

I don't want any of your excuses look you settle this the best you can I don't know how but

And you, to your place in the pavilion.

thank you state by enchanted the beaver over at your place how trying to track him down for an hour now

I'm sure your father spoke to you of your behavior in the forest.

'till the morrow, sire. - You, Gwendolyn, to your chambers.

Perhaps your mystery girl may come to the ball.

I know how anxious you are to dispose of this villainous scum,

Get your dog to rally them hogs around the tree.

Tend to your duty! And get out of my clothes!