Go on! Execute him. They're assassins aren't they? This was treason, wasn't it? You gave...

Eleanor of Aquitaine: Go on! [Henry has a knife to John's throat and freezes. A terrified Eleanor looks on but speaks...] Eleanor of Aquitaine: Execute him. They're assassins aren't they? This was treason, wasn't it? You gave them life, you take it. [Henry lets John go and throws down the knife] Henry II: Who's to say this is monstrous. I'm the king, I call it just. [Henry draws his sword and brandishes it over his sons] Henry II: And therefore, I, Henry, by the grace of God, king of the English, Lord of Scotland, Ireland and Wales. Count Anjou, Brittany, Poitou, Anjou and Normandy, Maine, Gascony and Aquitaine. Sentence you death, done this Christmas day in Chinon in God's year, 1183. [Henry raises the sword above and unflinching Richard. He brings it down, flat side strikes Richard's shoulder, leaving him unharmed. Drops the sword] Henry II: Surely that's not what I intended. Children, children... we're all we have. Go on, I'm done. I'm finished with you. You and I are finished. [Geoffrey and John run out, Richard follows slowly] Eleanor of Aquitaine: You spare the rod you'll spoil those boys. Henry II: I couldn't do it, Eleanor. Eleanor of Aquitaine: Nobody thought you could.