Marie Antoinette (1938)
King Louis XV: What's the meaning of this? Why are you here?
King Louis XVI: I don't want her to be sent back!
King Louis XV: Ha, ha! Indeed.
Mme. du Barry: [Sharply to Louis XVI] His majesty is not well!
King Louis XVI: [Ignoring du Barry] But it isn't her fault! Don't you understand?
King Louis XV: [Looking up to Du Barry with confusion] What? What's he talking about?
Mme. du Barry: [Even more sharply to Louis XVI] Will you go, please?
King Louis XVI: No! You get out!
[Then to the king & now pleading on his knees]
King Louis XVI: Listen, grandfather, it's going to be different now...
King Louis XV: Get up you fool! Your argument is as unimpressive as your appearance. Your wife goes back to Austria! Your marriage will be annulled! I'll hear no more of it!
[Looking frail & weak he starts coughing uncontrollably & waves him impatiently away]
King Louis XV: Get out! Get out!
King Louis XVI: I'll get out, but I'll come back! I'll come back when your dead! I'll be king then!
King Louis XV: Silence!
King Louis XVI: [Ignoring the king he turns to du Barry] And you! You know what will happen to you when I'm king? There are places for women like you in the Bastille!
Mme. du Barry: Stop it!
[to the king]
Mme. du Barry: Make him stop!
King Louis XV: Silence!
King Louis XVI: I'm going to have my wife back! I'm going to have children! I know!
[he starts loosing his composure]
King Louis XVI: But you... your weak! Your not going to live long! I'll be sitting there and you'll be dead!
King Louis XV: [Trembling with anger he starts to rise] Be silent!
King Louis XVI: [Roughly shoving the king down hard] Sit down!
[Then with shame he hangs his head as he leaves]
King Louis XVI: Forgive me, sire. I didn't mean to touch you. Forgive me.
Dr. Benjamin Franklin: Why, this is barbarous! Must the queen's child be born in public?
Count de Mercey: Dr. Franklin, a French monarch belongs to the public. He must be born, he must live and he must die in public.
King Louis XV: [presenting Marie to Louis the Dauphin on their wedding night] Louis, I cast this pearl before you.
Duke d'Orléans: Bravo, witty & beautiful. Oh most rare lady. To the King:Sire.
Mme. du Barry: Oh, his Grace d'Orleans. I've been waiting.
Duke d'Orléans: I'm desolate.
Mme. du Barry: His grace is late.
Duke d'Orléans: The loss is mine, Madame.
Mme. du Barry: Flatter, I believe you want something.
Duke d'Orléans: Let's see. Why, of course I do. I want to be Grand Admiral of France
Mme. du Barry: Laughing: And can we resist him? He has all the charm of a sailor.
Duke d'Orléans: You're too kind.
Mme. du Barry: Oh, but you have. And I've know lots of sailors. All fancy lads. And all liars.
King Louis XV: What? What?
Mme. du Barry: Handing the pamphlet to the King:Read this little sea ballad. It's about me. This couch, the one you gave me, it was pinned there. Oh, I'll read it! "Is this the couch of a princess? Is this the couch of a duchess? Oh, no indeed twa-la, twa-la. It's only the couch of a laundress."
King Louis XV: Who wrote this?
Mme. du Barry: Ask his Grace d'Oleans.
Duke d'Orléans: Why,I deny it sire.
Mme. du Barry: He had it written. He paid for it. He has writers by the dozen. Riff-raff! Against the state, against you, against me and blast your eyes I never was a laundress, I was a milliner!
Duke d'Orléans: If Madame will kindly permit me to assure her that I...
Mme. du Barry: You fool! I could've made you the biggest man in Paris, but you weren't smart enough. You let me find you out!
Duke d'Orléans: That has its pleasant side, Madame. For to be frank as these gentleman would like to be, I am as weary of paying homage to the somewhat overblown charms of the ladies who rule our ruler as the people are paying their bills.
Mme. du Barry: You royal lout!
King Louis XV: This is enough! You can't forget, cousin, that your great-grandfather was Regent of France. You have his ambition, but without his talent. No, I'm not afraid of you, nor of the nobles, nor of the people, nor of ideas. The state will last my time. After me, the deluge.
Duke d'Orléans: Taking leave & bowing to the King: With your permission, Your Majesty.
King Louis XV: And take care, cousin. The liberals you encourage for your ends, they'll destroy you for theirs. Good morning!
Mme. du Barry: Laughing hysterically: His face when he saw the pamphlet!
Prince de Rohan: Monseigneur, Madame. I have the honor to deliver this charming box.
Marie: A present! Yes, I'm sure it is! Our anniversary, you know! From whom?
Prince de Rohan: Oh, that Madame, I am not at liberty to say. Shall we unfasten the ribbon?
Marie: I shall do it myself! To Louis: Will you help me? It's for you too, you know. What do you suppose it is?
King Louis XVI: From the King perhaps?
Marie: Oh, I do hope so! To the Price de Rohan: Is it from the King?
Prince de Rohan: Madame, you positively must not ask or I shall break my vows, but Madame is warm, if I may so express myself. Madame, is very warm.
Marie: Unwrapping the gift with child-like excitememt, and then a sudden look of confusion: A cradle... uh, an empty cradle. Read from the card attached to the present: Since at least it is quite beyond doubt this cot your unable to fill... go back to your schitzel and krout and leave the job to some baggage who will."
Prince de Rohan: Oh Madame! I assure you! I had no idea! The Countess DuBerry...
Marie: Wll you go, Monsieur?
Prince de Rohan: I assure you, Madame, I knew nothing!
Marie: You may leave us, Monsieur. Go back to the person who sent you and let her have the satisfaction of knowing her barb went home.
Prince de Rohan: Madame!
Marie: Will you go, please?
Prince de Rohan: As he's bowing & departing: Oh, this is ! Deplorable!
King Louis XVI: Snatching the cradle from Marie Antionette and quickly crushing it to pieces: I'll go to the King! I'll have her punished! I'll have her flogged! I'll have her branded!
Marie: Oh, go Louis!
King Louis XVI: It'll be no use.
Marie: Louis, this woman only dares to insult me because you seem to despise me.
King Louis XVI: But I...
Marie: Help me, Louie, please! I need you! I know you don't love me, but couldn't you pretend to like me a little?
King Louis XVI: Why I...
Marie: If only you would, before everybody. I'd feel so secure, so proud. I could even ignore DuBerry. Louie: It would only make trouble. What if it does? We have been brushed aside as though we were of no account and we've been cowardly enough to submit! We should live as becomes heirs to the throne of France. I want life to be rich and full and beautiful. It could be if only we stood together!
King Louis XVI: I tell you I can't! I can't try to be anything but what I am! Why do you plauge me? The King is the King?
Marie: And I'm a princess of the House of Hapsburg;I'm an Archduchess of Austria and a daughter of the Empress Maria Therese! I'm sorry you don't see it my way, Louis, but I mean to be the Dauphine of France. Not in the way I might have been if we'd stood together, but at least I'll be the highest, brightest figure in this court!
Mme. du Barry: I'm late, Madame, but with His Majesty's permission... a slight headache.
Marie: I'm so sorry, Madame. It was a pleasure delayed.
Mme. du Barry: For me too, Madame. I might say a triumph.
Marie: You're very kind.
Mme. du Barry: I presume I shall not have the honor of meeting his Royal Highness?
Marie: My husband does not care for dancing, madame.
Mme. du Barry: Quite the family man, isn't he? The fireside, the nursing room and all that? To the duc Orleans: Well, here is my old friend and how well he takes the husband's place!
Marie: I'm sorry you feel your triumph incomplete, madame. My husband has better sense than I. He knows where to draw the line.
King Louis XV: To du Berry: Will you dance, Madame?
Mme. du Barry: Ignoring the King's request: So that's it? I'm dirt, ah? Not good enough for your high and mightiness?
Marie: But, nooo, madame! Royalty loves an occasional roll in the gutter, don't they Grand-pappa?
King Louis XV: Madame!
Marie: Ignoring the King's dismay at her rudeness: I enjoy nothing more than meeting people of broad experience.
King Louis XV: To both Marie-Antionette & du Berry: Recollect yourselves!
Marie: Still ignoring the King: You see I've never walked the streets of Paris, but I am sure you could tell me something about that.
King Louis XV: To du Berry: You will prefer to leave, madame, as I do.
Empress Maria Theresa: Toni, France is not Austria. You must accustom yourself to new people and new ways. Count Mercy is my ambassador at Versailles. He will guide you when he can. The rest, you must trust to your husband.
Marie: I will! Of course I will! Is he handsome?
Empress Maria Theresa: There's time enough for that later. You go to bed now.
Marie: They say Versailles is too marvelous!
Empress Maria Theresa: [More firmly now] I said to bed.
Marie: Yes, mama.
Empress Maria Theresa: Versailles is no more marvelous than Vienna.
Marie: No, mama.
Empress Maria Theresa: [Kissing her cheek] Goodnight.
Marie: Oh, goodnight, mama and thank you, thank you, thank you! Mama! Oh, mama, just think of it! I shall be queen! Queen of France!
King Louis XVI: I don't want to be king. People expect so much of a king. Nothing comes easily to me.
Marie: You thought of me as something quite wonderful, didn't you? But instead you found an empty-headed, ill-mannered little fool. You see, monsieur, how sadly I am changed.
Count Axel de Fersen: Oh no, madame! You've made pleasure a shield against lonliness and slander, but you could never change so deep a heart, so eager to be loved. Everyone, even the highest, has some dream of love in his heart and unless he achieve it he must fill that emptiness with noise, fame, excitement, pleasure.
Marie: Where did you learn this, monsieur?
Count Axel de Fersen: In museums, mostly.
Count Axel de Fersen: They're very dull, most of them, and neglected, but you'll always find someone there gazing over the relics of queens who were true lovers. There isn't much to see... a ring, a glove, a fan perhaps, but we preserve them as much as we do our laws and we have much more faith in them.
Marie: Do you think one-hundred years hence some Swedish gentleman wandering in Paris might smile over a relic of Marie Antoinette? A miniature perhaps, or a ring? This very ring, for instance.
[She removes a ring from her hand and shows it to him]
Marie: Its centuries old. It has an inscription on it
[She reads it aloud]
Marie: "Everything leads me to thee."
[Now she places the ring in his hand]
Marie: Can you see it? Lying on a velvet cushion in its little glass case?
Count Axel de Fersen: I don't know... you might make a present of it, perhaps, to some man who had loved you and it would be worn on his hand for as long as he lived and buried with him when he died because he loved you reverently and as was fitting from a respectable distance but with all his heart for all this life.
King Louis XVI: I am not going to run! What do you say, brother?
Comte de Provence: I say run and you'll loose your crown!
Comte d'Artois: And I say stay and you'll loose your head!
Comte de Provence: [to Artois] You're on the wing, I suppose?
Comte d'Artois: You're trunks are packed!
Comte de Provence: Liar!
King Louis XVI: Be quiet, be quiet, both of you! It was a grave mistake to dissolve the assembly...
[He looks desparately up to Marie Antoinette]
King Louis XVI: My dear, what shall we do?
Count Axel de Fersen: I must let you go. Goodbye.
Marie: Good night. Or, if you wish good morning. I shall never say goodbye.
Comte d'Artois: [Provence is making a hasty retreat to his carriage when he meets Artois who is making his own hurried exit] Ah, brother! Traveling?
Comte de Provence: If they should be killed I should be king.
Comte d'Artois: If you should be killed I should be king! In these days who knows? Ha, ha! Adieu, brother!
King Louis XVI: [Looking glum] I don't like that fellow.
King Louis XVI: He smiles too much.
Marie: [Cheerfully] Oh, but I like people to smile!
Count Axel de Fersen: When I'm gone you'll be glad that I didn't stand in the path of your destiny making you less than you were meant to be.
Marie: And that other kingdom? The love, the youth, the happiness we might have had... what of that?
Count Axel de Fersen: We shall dream of it more tenderly because we didn't destroy it.
Marie: Shall I never see you again?
Count Axel de Fersen: If you need me I shall come to you.
Marie: [Through tears] I shall always need you.
Count Axel de Fersen: And if I should ask you, "Was it well done?", you'll tell me, "It was well done."
Marie: Take me in your arms again.
[He embraces her tenderly, she puts her head on his chest]
Marie: Let me have that memory. When I loose heart to go on I shall close my eyes, feel your arms about me. I shall know that I'm in your thoughts, that your loving me...
Count Axel de Fersen: [He hugs her more tightly] Always, my dear... always.
Marie: ...giving me strength to live... goodbye, my love.
[They share one last kiss, he breaks the embrace and goes quickly so not to prolong one another's suffering in their parting; we see her watching him as he walks away, her arms still outstretched from their final embrace]
Marie: I think I've known you would come. You promised to, you know?
Count Axel de Fersen: If you needed me, I said.
Marie: Yes, you said that.
Count Axel de Fersen: And, I said I would ask you: "Was it well done?"
Marie: It was well done. My husband has needed me. I am thankful to not have failed him.
Count Axel de Fersen: I understand.
Marie: I even love him. But the love I have for him takes nothing away from my friend. Of all there was between us the night you went away nothing has changed. For me, nothing has changed or ever will. Forgive me for telling you this without asking you if you had the right to hear it.
Count Axel de Fersen: I have the right. We knew each other for only a few hours and have been parted for long years, but the memory of you has always, will always, stand in the path of any living woman. Goodnight, madame.
Duke d'Orléans: Forgive my interruption. I seldom venture to intrude. I know you prefer your solitude.
Marie: It's true. I don't care a great deal for balls and banquets. There's a certain futility to court life, don't you think?
Duke d'Orléans: Hummm...? Oh, quite, quite...
Marie: My husband, as you know, has simple tastes and I am content with my books and music.
Duke d'Orléans: Oh, and here I come blundering into your little oasis.
[He gets up to leave]
Duke d'Orléans: Well, the least I can do is to take myself away quickly.
Princesse de Lamballe: Oh, no! No, no, no!
Marie: Please don't go! Do sit down.
Duke d'Orléans: [He sits down again] Too kind.
Marie: You know perfectly well how things are! No one ever comes to see me. Except my husband, of course.
Duke d'Orléans: Oh, of course.
Marie: No one dares. Why does she hate me so?
Duke d'Orléans: Why? Perfectly simple. Because in motion you are grace itself and in repose a statue of beauty. You know, my little cousin, you should become alive... how quickly you would depose that milliner.
Duke d'Orléans: Rebel...
Princesse de Lamballe: [Utterly shocked by his suggestion] Oh, my!
Duke d'Orléans: Don't you dare?
Marie: No! Du Barry has every advantage! Why, she could make men or degrade them! Who would dare to offend her to be my friend? Who but you?
Duke d'Orléans: Will you permit me to give a ball in the honor of the dauphine of France?
Marie: But cousin...!
Duke d'Orléans: Paris is waiting for you... lights, music, dancing, the opera. A new world is waiting for you! Conquer Paris and you'll conquer Madame Du Barry.