Man of La Mancha Page #6

To try when your arms

are too weary

To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest

To follow that star

No matter how hopeless

No matter how far

To fight for the right

Without question or pause

To be willing

to march into hell

For a heavenly cause

And I know if I'll only be true

To this glorious quest

That my heart

will lie peaceful and calm

When I'm laid to my rest

And the world

will be better for this

That one man

scorned and covered with scars

Still strove

with his last ounce of courage

To reach

The unreachable star

Once, just once, would you

look at me as I really am?

I see beauty, purity.

Dulcinea.

You!

You keep me waiting, would you?

- I wasn't. I didn't mean to...

- Milady!

My little flower!

Monster!

Stay clear!

Thou wouldst strike a woman?

Ah, stand back,

or I'll break your head.

Thou heart of flint

and bowels of cork.

I'm killed.

Jose! Tenorio!

Jose! Tenorio!

- Pedro!

- Anselmo! Jose!

Muleteers!

Anselmo!

Tenorio! Anselmo! Muleteers!

Hold thou!

Heed the knocking

of thy craven knees!

Prepare to do battle!

Come one! Come all!

Come what may come!

Here am I!

Let him be.

He's worth a thousand of you!

Ahh, back, whore!

I'll show you!

Sancho!

Hold on, Your Grace!

Sancho!

Coming, Master!

Look out, Tenorio!

Help me! Help me! Help me!

Look out, Master! Look out!

Victory.

- Victory?

- Victory?

- Victory.

- Victory!

- Victory?

- Victory.

Victory! Victory!

What's this? All the noise?

What's this? All the noise?

- What dreadful thing?

- What glorious thing!

Don Castellano...

I would inform you

right has triumphed!

Your Grace, are you hurt?

No, no.

A little weakness... temporary.

Your Grace!

Bring water! Water, quick!

Oh, crusader.

Your Grace. Your Grace?

- He's coming round.

- Oh.

Oh, that I might always wake

unto such a vision.

Don't move.

I must say, Your Grace,

we certainly did a job out here.

We routed them.

That bunch will be

walking bow-legged for a week.

Milady, it is not seemly

to gloat over the fallen.

Let them rot in hell!

Sir, I am

a tame and peaceful man.

Please, Sir Knight, I do not

wish to be inhospitable...

but I must ask you to leave

as soon as you're able.

I am sorry to have offended

the dignity of your castle...

and at daylight,

I shall depart...

but first, may I remind you

of your promise?

Promise?

True, it is not yet dawn...

but I have kept vigil

and proven myself in combat.

I therefore beg you,

dub me knight.

Oh, certainly.

Let's get it over with.

Sancho, would you be

good enough to fetch my sword?

Yes, Your Grace.

I cannot speak, milady...

how joyful I am that this

ceremony should take place...

in your presence.

Be careful, now.

It is the solemn moment

that seals my vocation.

- Are you ready?

- I am.

Very well, then. Kneel.

Don Quixote de La Mancha...

I hereby dub thee knight.

My Lord.

Didn't I do it right?

If your lordship

could make some mention...

of the deeds I've performed

to deserve this honor...

Oh, of course.

Don Quixote de La Mancha...

having proved yourself

this day...

in glorious and terrible

combat...

and by my authority

as lord of this castle...

I hereby dub thee knight.

My Lord...

Something else?

If your lordship recalls...

it is the custom

to grant the new knight...

an additional name.

If your lordship

could devise such a name...

Uh, let me see.

Hail, Knight

Of the Woeful Countenance

Knight

of the Woeful Countenance

Wherever you go

People will know

Of the glorious deeds

Of the Knight

of the Woeful Countenance

Farewell and good cheer

Oh, my brave cavalier

Ride onward to glorious strife

I swear when you're gone

I'll remember you well

For all of the rest of my life

Hail, Knight

of the Woeful Countenance

Knight

of the Woeful Countenance

Wherever you go

Face to the foe

They will quail at the sight

Of the Knight

of the Woeful Countenance

Oh, valorous knight

Go and fight for the right

And battle the villains that be

But, oh, when you do

What will happen to you?

Thank God

I won't be there to see

Hail, Knight

- Of the Woeful Countenance

- Hail, Knight

- Of the Woeful Countenance

- Hail, Knight

Of the Woeful Countenance

Hail, Knight

Hail, Knight

of the Woeful Countenance

Knight

of the Woeful Countenance

Wherever you go

People will know

Of the glorious deeds

Of the Knight of the Woeful

Countenance

I thank you.

Well, Sir Knight,

I am going to bed.

And I advise you to do the same.

Knight

of the Woeful Countenance.

It's a beautiful name.

Come, Your Grace.

Let's get you to bed.

Not yet, Sancho.

I owe something to my enemies.

- That account's been paid.

- Not yet, milady.

- What?

- Nobility demands.

It does?

Yes.

Therefore I will go to them.

I'll go. I'll minister.

There is no need.

They were my enemies, too.

Oh, blessed one.

Come, Your Grace.

Let's get you to bed.

Sancho, I do envy my enemies.

Your Grace, you're tired.

No, Sancho, I feel quite well.

Your Grace, many a man...

has gone to bed in the evening

feeling well...

only to wake up in the morning

and find himself dead.

- That's a proverb.

- Yes, Your Grace.

- I don't approve of them.

- I know, Your Grace.

What in hell

do you think you're doing?

I'm going to minister

to your wounds.

- You're what?

- Nobility demands.

Turn over, you foxy goat!

You...

Sons of whores!

Let me out!

No!

Bastards!

Bastards! Bastards!

Bastards!

Ow! Bastards!

Bastards!

Let me go!

Let me go!

No!

Enough!

Load up. We're leaving.

What do we do with this?

We'll take it along.

Let these events be proof

to thee, my Sancho.

Nobility triumphs.

Virtue will always prevail.

Oh, yes, Your Grace.

Now, in this moment of glory...

do I confirm my knighthood

and my oath.

For all my life,

this I do swear.

To dream the impossible dream

To fight the unbeatable foe

To bear with unbearable sorrow

To run

where the brave dare not go

What is that?

One of the hazards

of this prison...

the brave men

of the Inquisition!

It means

they're coming to fetch someone.

Haul him off,

put the question to him.

Next thing he knows, he is dead.

They're coming for me

very possibly.

What, Cervantes, not afraid?

Where's your courage?

Or is that

in your imagination, too?

No escape. This is happening.

Not to your brave

man of La Mancha, but to you.

Quick, Cervantes, call on him.

Let him shield you.

Let him save you,

if he can... from that.

No! No! No! No!

Well, not this time.

But you see, Cervantes,

there is a difference...

between reality and illusion...

and a difference

between these prisoners...

and your men of lunacy.

I'd say rather men

whose illusions were very real.

Much the same thing,

isn't it, really?

Why are you poets

so fascinated with madmen?

We have much in common.

You both turn your backs

on life?

We both select from life!

A man has to come to terms

with life as it is.

Life as it is.

I have lived for over

forty years, and I've seen...

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