- [Sir Kenneth tries to steal a kiss]
- Lady Edith: No, no, my dearly betrothed. Richard would set the headsman on your neck - he has said as much.
- Sir Kenneth: Then kiss me quickly, my bonnie, while these lips are still warm.
- Lady Edith: No, no! (they kiss) Ah, this is a pleasant madness.
- Sir Kenneth: A lunacy with which I would love to be afflicted... to the end of my life. If Richard would take my life, I must kiss softly.
- Saladin: May the Seven Doves rest on your shoulders.
- Sir Kenneth: Doves or vultures, you slippery infidel?
- Saladin: Come, I invite you to share the waters of the oasis with me.
- Lady Edith: I'm a Plantagenet, yet somehow I feel less proud. I'm beginning to despise war. The dread, the wondering each time you ride away if you'll come back among the living.