Макиавелли няшко
Макиавелли: I beg his royal highness and the armies of France welcome to the fair city of Florence. But it would be politic, your highness, if you would ride through our gracious city with your lance at rest.
Карл: At rest?
М: Your lance at point is a symbol of conquest and our gracious Florence has not been conquered. On the contrary, we welcome you with open arms.
(Карл поднимает копье, оно тут же застревает нафиг в воротах)
К: Signor Macchiavelli?
М: Your highness?
К: Our lance at rest prevents us from our entrance to your fair city.
М: Perhaps, your highness, if it would be angled backwards?..
К: And of what would that be a symbol?
М: Of your highness' infinite resourcefulness.
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