Life knows no age nor time. Youth will ever set out to seek fortune. Man will ever fight for the love of a Woman. Kings will threaten – Queens weep – Ministers conspire. And so – though our story is of three hundred years ago, it is as young as Yesterday – or Tomorrow.
Then follow us of France of old, to fiery days when hearts beat high, when blood was young and hate was bold, when sword crossed sword to dare and die. For love and honor gloried then, when life was life, and men were men!
Who laughs at my horse laughs at me.
So thus they lived in France of old, when blood was young and hearts were bold, and sword crossed sword for honor then, when life was life and men were men.
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