Hen Wen, from you, I do beseech / Knowledge that lies beyond my reach / Troubled thoughts beyond your heart / Pray you now, those thoughts impart.
Fflewddur
Nigel Hawthorne · 10 quotes
Taran
Grant Bardsley · 10 quotes
Gurgi
John Byner · 7 quotes
Horned King
John Hurt · 7 quotes
Eilonwy
Susan Sheridan · 6 quotes
Orddu
Eda Reiss Merin · 4 quotes
Orwen
Adele Malis-Morey · 3 quotes
Creeper
Phil Fondacaro · 2 quotes
Dallben
Freddie Jones · 1 quote
Most scenes together: Taran & Eilonwy (6), Fflewddur & Taran (5), Taran & Orddu (4)
The Black Cauldron quotes
Page 2 of 2I presume, my boy, you are the keeper of this oracular pig?
I'm Fflewddur Fflam! Minstrel of minstrels! Balladeer to the grandest courts in all the land! [harp string snaps] And I, uh, eh? Eh, well, have you forgotten? I have sung in some of the finest courts... [another string snaps] Well, I'm only waiting for an invitation! [another one snaps] Oh, shush. Why do you have to judge every word I say?
If great lord go into evil castle, poor Gurgi will never see his friend again. Nope, never.
May I ask you ladies to perhaps consider this magnificent harp?
My beloved warriors have come to life. All the dead of centuries past - never has anyone created an army like this! Go forth, my deathless warriors! Destroy all in your path!
My, such a brave and handsome crew! A pig boy, a scullery maid and a broken-down minstrel! Perhaps it may interest you to see what fate has in store for you! [laughs and lifts up a skeleton] Now I call on my army of the dead! The Cauldron-Born! [lowers the skeleton into the Black Cauldron] Arise, my messengers of death! Our time has arrived!
No! Gurgi will not let his friend die! [sadly] Taran has many friends. Gurgi has no friends.
Oh, I'm sorry. I've ignored you. You did come for the Black Cauldron? Good! Then climb right in! It'll only cost you your life! [laughs]
Oh, poor miserable Gurgi deserves fierce smackings and whackings on his poor, tender head. Always left with no munchings and crunchings. [sobbing] Forgive poor Gurgi.
Oh, yes. Yes, my soldiers. Soon the Black Cauldron will be mine. Its evil power will course through my veins, and I shall make you Cauldron-Born. Yes, yes, oh yes, then you will worship ME! Me. Oh, my soldiers. How long I have thirsted to be a god among mortal men...
The Legend has it, in the mystic land of Prydain, there was once a king so cruel and so evil that even the gods feared him. Since no prison could hold him, he was thrown alive into a crucible of molten iron. There, his demonic spirit was captured in the form of a great Black Cauldron. For uncounted centuries, the large Black Cauldron lay hidden, waiting, while evil men searched for it, knowing whoever possessed it would have the power to resurrect an army of deathless warriors, and with them, rule the world.
Welcome, your majesty! We're celebrating our success! I-I-I mean your success! We've made no mistakes this time!
You're making a horrendous mistake! I'm not a spy! I'm a bard! I sing! Uh, I entertain! Oh, careful sir, these are the hands of an artist!