- Robert de Rainault: Ninety-nine, one hundred gold marks exactly.
- Sir Guy of Gisburne: I did count it, my lord.
- Robert de Rainault: I know, Gisburne, but one can never be too sure.
- Sir Guy of Gisburne: My lord, are you questioning my hono...
- Robert de Rainault: Your honour? No, no, just your ability to count.
- Robert de Rainault: What are you snickering about, Gisburne? Are you laughing at me?
- Sir Guy of Gisburne: No, my lord, but I thought...
- Robert de Rainault: That's the trouble, Gisburne: you thought. You never think!
- Robert de Rainault: I told him there were two ways you can win - luck and cunning. But of course, there's a third.
- Sir Guy of Gisburne: A third?
- Robert de Rainault: Yes. You can cheat.
- Robert de Rainault: [Guards bring in the captive Much] Spotted by chance, but caught, I think, by cunning. Luck and cunning, both part of the game.
- Robert de Rainault: This man is called Much. He's one of Robin Hood's men. Alone, he's valueless. A simpleton. But even then, with a little cunning, some use could be found for him.
- Robert de Rainault: You're eleven tomorrow?
- Martin: Yes, uncle.
- Robert de Rainault: Have you ever seen anyone hanged?
- Martin: No.
- Robert de Rainault: Would you like to?
- Martin: Yes, uncle.
- Robert de Rainault: Well, there you are, you see. And I was wondering what to get you for a birthday present.
- Robert de Rainault: We'll hang him tomorrow afternoon.
- Robert de Rainault: Have I ever spoken to you about my younger brother, Edward?
- Sir Guy of Gisburne: No.
- Robert de Rainault: Even when he was young he was different from me: honest, trusting, generous. Naturally I despised him.
- Sir Guy of Gisburne: Naturally.
- Robert de Rainault: So, wolfshead, you came.
- Robert of Huntingdon: What do you want?
- Robert de Rainault: Your help.
- Robert of Huntingdon: You ask for my help?
- Robert de Rainault: I don't ask. I demand. And you for once will obey.
- Robert de Rainault: So, you'll do it?
- Robert of Huntingdon: Do I have any choice?
- Robert de Rainault: No. Your half-wit for my brat. The exchange will be made here two days from now at sunset. Do you understand?
- Robert of Huntingdon: Yes.
- Robert de Rainault: Good. Don't fail me, wolfshead; I want the boy alive.
- Lady Isabel: Martin was a kind, gentle boy once. Now I hardly recognise him. He doesn't laugh anymore, except at things that would make an ordinary boy sick. He's a bully, a tyrant, just like his favourite uncle.
- Robert de Rainault: Oh, you flatter me!
- Lady Isabel: [At the tomb of her late husband] Oh Edward, you put your trust in a snake, and the snake has bitten into you. Poison runs deep in our son's veins.