Gisla: Whatever my father says, I am not marrying this animal. I am a Princes of the blood, not a cheap whore. I would rather be burned alive than suffer this… thing, to so much as lay a hand on me. He is a filthy pagan. Therefore he has no soul. He is worse than the beasts of the field. I would rather my virginity and my virtue to the vilest dog than to this piece of warm meat. He disgusts me. He makes me want to vomit.
I can’t help it :) In this scene Gisla reminded me of Shakespeare’s play The Taming of the Shrew:
Katharina to his father Baptista:
Call you me daughter? now, I promise you You have show’d a tender fatherly regard, To wish me wed to one half lunatic; A mad-cup ruffian and a swearing Jack, That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.
