The Royal Hunt of the Sun

Francisco Pizarro: You'll have to furnish me with better argument before I give up Atahualpa!

Estete: Perverse man, what is Atahualpa to you?

Francisco Pizarro: Someone I promised life.

Estete: Promised life. How quaint. The sort of chivalrous idea that you pretend to despise. If you want to be an absolute king, my man, you have to learn how to act out of self-will! Break your word, just because you made it! 'Til then, you're nothing but a... a pig-man trying to copy his betters.

Valverde: My son, listen to me. No promise to a Pagan need bind a Christian. Simply think what's at stake. The lives of one hundred and sixty-seven of the faithful. Are you willing to sacrifice them for one savage?

Francisco Pizarro: You know lives have no weight. Ten cannot be added up to outbalance one.

Valverde: Ten good can against one evil, and this man is evil. His people kiss his hands as the source of life!

Francisco Pizarro: As we do yours. All day you play at being God. You only hate my Inca because he does it better! I despise you! 'Kill who I bid you kill, and I will pardon it'? You with your milky fingers, forcing in the blade? How dare you priests bless a man going into battle? 'Rip!' you scream. 'Tear, blind, in the name of Christ!' Tell me, soft Father - if Christ were here, would He kill the Inca?