Bradley James: Arthur

With All My Heart

Arthur

Merlin: [having dropped his dress in front of Arthur] The sorceress. She likes to be paid in clothes. She can't get to a tailor.
Arthur: Why would a recluse be interested in clothes?
Merlin: [a little exasperated] I don't know, Arthur. She's a sorceress. She's not gonna be normal, is she?

Arthur: Gaius, you're sure this is gonna work?
Gaius: You' be amazed how much license old age lends you, sire. Merlin, come. We meet at the darkling wood.
Arthur: Merlin, if you drop her...
Merlin: I know. I lose my head.
Arthur: Just so we're clear.

Arthur: [waiting for Gaius and Merlin and the unconscious Gwen] What kept you?
Merlin: [burdened by the queen's weight] You have any idea how... steep these slopes are?

[as Arthur carries Gwen and Merlin carries their supplies, Merlin feels they're being watched]
Arthur: These funny feelings of yours...
Merlin: They're not funny.
Arthur: Stupid, then. Where do they come from, you think? You still there, Merlin? Don't tell me you've gone into a sulk.
Merlin: I'm not sulking. I'm... carrying a load even a horse would struggle under.
Arthur: You do good.
Merlin: How come it wouldn't do you good?
Arthur: I'm already good.

[Arthur sees Gwen conspiring with Morgana and draws his sword]
Merlin: [whispering] No, My Lord. Morgana's too powerful. Now's not the time.
Arthur: How could she do this?
Merlin: She's not the Gwen you love. She has fallen prey to a dark and powerful magic.
Arthur: If I lose her, I lose everything.
Merlin: We'll fine a way to bring her back, Arthur. I promise.

Arthur: This tincture of belladonna, what are its effects?
Gaius: Patient is rendered into a deep sleep...
Arthur: Patient?
Gaius: It is generally used for the badly wounded.
Arthur: How long does it last?
Gaius: A few hours. It has to be administered several times a day to provide a continuous sleep.
Merlin: But for no more than three days.
Gaius: It is true, sire. The tincture should not be taken for an extended period.
Arthur: Or?
Merlin: The body will not tolerate it.
Arthur: Thank you, Merlin.

Mordred: My lord, where's Merlin?
Arthur: What have you done with my servant?
Merlin: [as The Dolma] Oh... The gangly boy. Hmm...
[Arthur unsheathes his sword and moves towards The Dolma]
Merlin: If you kill me, you'll never see him again. I am an old woman. Is it not natural I seek some surety? The boy will be returned to you when we have concluded our business.

Merlin: Aren't you forgetting something?
Arthur: [Arthur turns, looking puzzled, he checks to make sure that he has his sword] I don't think so.
Merlin: [the Dolma sighs in Exasperation, her hands on her hips] The boy!
Arthur: [after a moment, Arthur realizes what she's talking about] Ah... Ah. Of course. I thought everything had gone unusually smoothly.
Merlin: That boy was your surety, great King! Without him, your Queen would still be lost.
Arthur: I'm not sure that's quite true.
Merlin: And I say it is!
Arthur: [Arthur nods slightly but doesn't look convinced. The Dolma moves very close to him, until they're standing face to face] Right. Erm... I'm sorry. I'll give him the afternoon off.
Merlin: [THE Dolma sighs, irritated] One day, great King, you will recognize the true worth of those that surround you. Go!

Arthur: I'm sorry I didn't confide in you.
Mordred: It's best you didn't. If I hadn't had my suspicions, I wouldn't have followed you. Merlin acting strangely...
Arthur: Is that so unusual?
Mordred: And the levy route being changed.
Arthur: You had a funny feeling.
Mordred: My Lord?
Arthur: I'm glad that you did, Mordred.