and remove the nails off your fingers with flaming hot pincers.

Jean. Lovely name.

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

I have found my love, father. My true love.

Should they discover you, they might force you to reveal his identity.

For a lovely face.

will exist for naught but the love of the lady...

Go and make love to the princess!

what makes you think that anybody ..anybody could force me reveal the identity of my confederate?

My heart knows a lovely song...

Speak not too lightly, my love.

a sweet symbol of your love.

Thank you, I'm glad you liked it, old man.

Dressed as an old man, riding out of the forest,

When I marry, I marry for love.

If this be not my true love,

Do what you will.. my love endures.

but will sever this lovely little head,

Climb the vine to the tower where your love awaits you! Stop!

my heart knows a lovely song.. heh heh..