Robin Hood: Stay here in Sherwood.
Marion: In Sherwood? And be your May queen? But what will I be when winter comes?
Baron de Belleme: Fire must be fought with fire.
Abbot Hugo de Rainault: But not with hellfire!
Robert de Rainault: You do see the problem, my lord. You can hardly expect the Church to align itself with the opposition, so to speak.
Robert de Rainault: When do you propose to take her?
Baron de Belleme: Tomorrow is the first of May.
Robert de Rainault: The feast of Beltane.
Baron de Belleme: You're very well-informed, for a skeptic.
Robert de Rainault: Superstition is a hobby horse of mine.
Baron de Belleme: Superstition? You're a fool, de Rainault.
Robin Hood: Listen to me. Our friends who were killed, they'll never starve, or be tortured or chained in the dark. They're here with us, in Sherwood, and they always will be because they're free.
Robin Hood: You were sleeping. You've slept too long - we all have. It's time we woke. It's time we stopped running.
Sir Guy of Gisburne: Good. And who are you, serf?
Robin Hood: I'm not a serf. I'm a free man.
Sir Guy of Gisburne: If I say you're a serf, you're a serf!
Sir Guy of Gisburne: Now. What's your name, serf?
Robin Hood: Robin of Loxley.
Sir Guy of Gisburne: You aren't Robin of Loxley. Loxley doesn't exist!
Marion: Where will you go?
Robin Hood: Sherwood.
Marion: They'll hunt you.
Robin Hood: Yes, but they won't catch me.
Marion: How can you be so sure?
Robin Hood: Because I know the forest, and they don't.
Marion: Even at night?
Robin Hood: Yes, even at night.
Robin Hood: You're like a May morning.
Much: The King won't mind. Not ONE deer. He's got plenty, the King has. I'd tell him I was hungry.
Robin of Loxley: And he'd say, it's better to be hungry and have both your hands.
Much: Both my hands?
Robin of Loxley: And then he'd lop one off. So you'd remember what he'd said.
Abbot Hugo de Rainault: I'll have Gisburne excommunicated!
Robert de Rainault: Have him hanged, it's quicker.
Ailric of Loxley: [last words before dying] He's coming... The Hooded Man is coming.
Will Scarlet: What's your name?
Robin of Loxley: Robin. Robin of Loxley.
Will Scarlet: Loxley? There's no such place.
Robin of Loxley: That's what they tell us. Nothing's forgotten.
Will Scarlet: No, nothing's forgotten, nothing. My wife's folks, they came from Loxley. And they died there. And I wish to God she'd died with them!
Robin of Loxley: Why? Why do you say that?
Will Scarlet: Cold November night. Soldiers, drunk... mercenaries. They took her from me, and when they'd finished with her, they trampled her to death with their horses. And then they laughed. Laughed! My name was Will Scathlock. It's Scarlet now.
Herne the Hunter: They are all waiting. The blinded, the maimed, the men locked in the stinking dark all wait for you. Children with swollen bellies hiding in ditches wait. The poor, the dispossessed, they all wait. You are their hope. You cannot escape. So must it be. Robin in the Hood!
Little John: [under a spell] Beware the Hooded Man. Herne's son will seek the arrow. The master demands a sacrifice: a girl pure and innocent. It is near.
Robert de Rainault: Gisburne's brains are in his backside. It's not more men he needs, it's more
[slaps his head]
Robert de Rainault: up here!
Abbot Hugo de Rainault: Belleme's possesed. He's insane. They say a demon took his soul while he was in the Holy Land.
Robert de Rainault: Do they? Probably sunstroke.
Abbot Hugo de Rainault: He gets up to all kinds of nastiness. Devil worship.
Robert de Rainault: Ah, but which devil? There are so many, aren't there? And only one God. It hardly seems fair.
Robin Hood: What do you want of me?
Herne the Hunter: Your life, your strength. The powers of light and darkness have always been with you. You have denied them.
Robin Hood: What's your name?
Herne the Hunter: When the Horned One possesses me, I am Herne the Hunter.
Robin Hood: But what must I do?
Herne the Hunter: What your fate asks of you. The time is near.
Robin Hood: The time? What time?
Herne the Hunter: They have waited too long. Take the sword, take it! Albion. One of the seven swords of Wayland, charged with the power of light and darkness. Now, string the bow!
Sir Guy of Gisburne: I don't like liars. Especially Saxon liars.
Abbot Hugo de Rainault: Impossible!
Robert de Rainault: Not for Herne's son. Hedger's beard may be white, but his hands are those of a young man.
Robert de Rainault: One word more, Brother Tuck, just one, and I'll have the fat flayed from your body.
Robin Hood: This isn't an ordinary fight. It's not arrows and swords. This is a fight between light and darkness.
Baron de Belleme: The time is coming when you will beg for my help. Both of you! When The Hooded Man comes to the forest...
Robert de Rainault: Gisburne, see what you can get out of the miller. He must know where they are.
Sir Guy of Gisburne: I will.
Abbot Hugo de Rainault: May God's peace go with you. Don't take any prisoners.