- Sir James: I don't like your manners. Change them. Nor your truculence. Drop it. Nor your impudence. Mask it. As for your temper, curb it. If I learn of your brawling just once more, I'll fling you from the walls of Mackworth Castle myself.
- Myles Falworth: [Sir James instructs Myles to ride a horse between a series of pells - upright supports - with his hands over his head. When he fails, he complains to Sir James that he cannot control the horse] ... then how will my horse know where to go, unless of course he has more brains than I?
- Sir James: A possibility not so remote as you may imagine.
- Sir James: [Lady Anne and Meg have ridden to the training grounds of the squires, and Sir James greets them] Good morning, my lady.
- Sir James: And to you, Sir James. We were just coming to you for permission to watch.
- Sir James: You may indeed, then, but they may not watch you. The first man who casts his eye in this direction, I'll have it plucked out and fed to the buzzards.
- Myles Falworth: [after holding a stone in his outstretched arm for a long length of time] My arm feels as if it shall fall off.
- Francis Gascoyne: That's alright, you'll be allowed to use the other.
- Archbishop at Myles' Knighting: You that desire to receive the order of knighthood swear now always to be loyal to your king who bestows it upon you; swear also to maintain and defend the weak and to shun no adventure of your person in battle.
- Myles Falworth: I swear.