What's your name, you Saxon dog?

A better one than yours!
Dickon Malbête [shaking Much]: Look to your manners! This is Sir Guy of Gisbourne.

Sir Guy or the Devil! There's little to choose between them.

What's your name?

Much the Miller's Son.

Don't you know it's death to kill the King's deer?

Yes, and death from hunger if I don't, thanks to you and the rest of you Norman cutthroats at Nottingham Castle.
Dickon Malbête [striking him]: Be quiet, you!

I won't be quiet! You can kill me if you like, but not till I've had my say. You can beat and starve us poor Saxons now, but when King Richard escapes, he'll take you by the scruff of the neck and fling you into the sea!

[Guy raises his mace to kill Much, but an arrow dashes his weapon aside]

What the devil?

Come now, Sir Guy. You'd not kill a man for telling the truth, would you?

If it amused me, yes!