Faye Dunaway credited as playing...
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.
- 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.
- 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!
- 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.
- 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: What do you want of me? There's nothing between us.
- Athos: Thank God! But there might be.