- La Môle: Promise me something. They say death always took your lovers. They say you lock their hearts in gold boxes around your bed.
- Margot: They do? What else? That at night, wearing a mask, I roam the city, looking for love?
- La Môle: One day you'll know who you really are. Promise you won't forget me... the one you shouldn't have loved.
- Margot: I promise.
- Catherine de Médicis: [to Henri de Navarre] The Protestants believe you betrayed them. They can't understand. What is betrayal but one's skill in following the flow of events?
- Le Cardinal: Henri de Bourbon, do you take Marguerite de Valois as your wife?
- Henri: I do.
- Le Cardinal: Marguerite de Valois, do you take Henri de Bourbon, King of Navarre, as your husband?
- [there is a pause]
- Le Cardinal: Marguerite de Valois, do you take... In the name of God, and His Holy Church, I join you in matrimony.