- Thorold: Then, my Lord, I must ask you to... to... Please do me the honour to consider yourself my prisoner.
- Lady Godiva: If you had a shred of honour, you'd... But no, rather than marry, you hide out in this dungeon.
- Lord Leofric: In heaven's name, who is this she-wolf?
- Lady Godiva: She's no prisoner, M'lord, but Godiva, the sister of the Sheriff.
- Lady Godiva: Being born of the people, M'lord, I cannot help but think of those who do the fighting and the dying.
- Lord Leofric: The waging of war is man's affair.
- Lady Godiva: Then wage war in your way, M'lord, and I'll wage war in mine.
- Grimald: The Sheriff, my lady's brother, cruelly released us from a warm, cosy dungeon in the middle of the winter. We had no money and naturally we didn't want to work.
- Count Eustace: In olden days, the Saxons drove a faithles wife through the streets unclothed to prove her shame. Let it be so with Godiva. The people will behave as they did in the past. A holiday will be declared, with drinking and dancing. At the end of her ride, they will stone her to death.
- Lady Godiva: Then proclaim on the morrow that I *will* make such a ride as Count Eustace proposes through the streets of Coventry... I know my people, King Edward. There will be no holiday, no merrymaking in the streets and there will be no person in all of Coventry who will look upon my nakedness.
- [last lines]
- Lady Godiva: Leofric, I once told you that I was not given to vapours or fainting. But if you'll allow me just this one faint, I'm sure that the King will forgive our absence.
- [moans and pretends to faint]