1. As the good Lord said,
"Love thy neighbour as thyself..."
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2. Unless he's Turkish,
in which case, "Kill the bastard!"
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3. - Farewell, dear Harry.
- Farewell, Father.
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4. And his slimy son Edmund
to do the tasks most befitting him.
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5. Edward.
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6. My Lord...
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7. - With the King gone...
- Hmm?
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8. Of course!
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9. At last, the chance
for some real power!
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10. On! Onward! I want you scum back
to the castle by sundown
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11. or you'll be slaughtered!
Onward!
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12. Come on! Come on!
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13. Shut up! And you can
keep quiet, all right.
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14. I've just about
had enough of you.
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15. Shut up!
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16. Right, come on, you...
Where are you going?
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17. Stop! Where are you going?
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18. No, not away from the castle,
towards it!
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19. Shut up!
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20. Splendid! Splendid!
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21. Now, look. You're not
supposed to be here!
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22. That's far enough.
Now, get out!
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23. If I could get my hands
on that bastard brother, Harry!
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24. Ah! Edmund!
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25. Ah! Edmund!
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26. Ah! There you are! Splendid news,
Edmund! Father's coming home!
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27. He writes here that
he'll be back by St Leonard's Day.
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28. Excellent. So we can celebrate
both events together. Now, then...
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29. I shall handle
the visiting royalty, of course,
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30. and the guards of honour
and the papal legate,
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31. and you can, uh...
You can sort out the frolics.
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32. - The frolics?
- Yes.
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33. The Morris dancers,
the eunuchs and the bearded women.
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34. You know, the traditional
St Leonard's Day entertainments.
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35. Oh, damnation! No, I don't think
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36. I'm gonna have enough time
to attend to the drains.
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37. Edmund! You'll have
to look into those as well.
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38. Er... Yes, yes.
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39. - Fine, fine, I'd be honoured!
- Good!
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40. You won't let me down now,
will you?
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41. No, no, no, no. No, I'm really
looking forward to it already.
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42. - Thank you so very much.
- Splendid!
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43. Twelve months of chasing sheep
and straightening the royal portraits,
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44. and now this.
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45. The bastard!
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46. The bastard!
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47. If only he were, My Lord.
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48. - What?
- If only he were a bastard, My Lord,
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49. then you would be Regent now.
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50. Ah, yes! And then one day...
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51. You would be king, My Lord.
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52. Ah, yes!
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53. Yes, I would be king.
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54. And then what?
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55. You'd rule the world,
My Lord!
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56. Precisely!
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57. It's just not fair, you know.
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58. Every other damn woman
in the court has bastard sons
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59. but not my mother, oh no.
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60. She's so damn pure,
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61. she daren't look down in case
she notices her own breasts.
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62. You must be so looking forward
to the King's return, Your Majesty.
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63. No.
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64. No, my lady?
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65. But think, he will come to your chamber
and make mad, passionate love to you.
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66. Yes. I wish he wouldn't do that.
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67. It's very difficult to sleep
with that kind of thing going on.
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68. Being used all night long,
like the outside of a sausage roll.
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69. Still, we've got
the St Leonard's Day celebrations
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70. to look forward to...
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71. The jesters, the jugglers...
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72. A great brown ox,
steaming and smouldering all night long.
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73. Oh, yes! The feast!
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74. Sorry? No, I was thinking
of something else.
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75. I particularly hope they've
got the Morris dancers. I love them.
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76. Yes. I like the eunuchs.
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77. Oh, yes! The eunuchs!
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78. Ah! I wish I owned one.
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79. I wish I'd married one.
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80. No, fine, fine.
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81. Could have happened to anyone.
Never mind, never mind.
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82. Oh, God.
I don't believe it.
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83. We've only got one act,
and she's shaved her beard off.
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84. - There's always the eunuchs, My Lord.
- Oh, yes. So...
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85. The eunuchs and the amazing
beardless woman. What a line-up!
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86. Percy, there must be
someone else! There must be. Look!
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87. Ah, those are
the Jumping Jews of Jerusalem, My Lord.
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88. What do they do?
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89. - They jump, My Lord.
- What?
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90. They come in, My Lord,
and they jump. A lot.
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91. It's a humourous act.
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92. There must be something else, surely.
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93. Ha! What's this?
"The Death of the Pharaoh.
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94. "Sir Dominic Prick and his Magnificent
Strolling Wooferoonies
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95. "perform the tragic ancient Egyptian
masterpiece The Death of the Pharaoh.”
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96. That sounds funny.
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97. Oh, no, no, no.
I found that very moving, My Lord.
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98. Well, it'd better be funny, or Prick
will get his comeuppance,
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99. I can tell you!
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100. My Lord, what about Gerry Merry weather
and his four chickens?
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101. - What do they do? Lay eggs?
- Yes, My Lord.
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102. All right, all right.
We'll have them. We'll have them.
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103. Post.
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104. What... What is it, My Lord?
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105. The eunuchs have cancelled.
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106. Oh, dear.
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107. Ha! I should have known!
Never trust a eunuch!
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108. - What are we gonna do?
- I know what I'm gonna do.
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109. Baldrick, give me
an execution order.
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110. I'm gonna teach them a lesson
they'll never forget.
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111. I'll remove whatever extraneous parts
of their bodies still remain!
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112. My Lord...
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113. Take that
to the Lord Chancellor. Thank you.
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114. Oh, God. This is desperate!
Desperate!
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115. We could have
the Morris dancers, My Lord.
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116. Now, look.
We are not that desperate.
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117. Morris dancing is the most fatuous,
tenth-rate entertainment
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118. ever devised by man.
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119. Forty effeminate blacksmiths
waving bits of cloth
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120. they've just wiped their noses on!
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121. How it's still going
on in this day and age, I'll never know.
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122. Sorry, so do you want them,
or not?
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123. Ah, Edmund.
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124. - And rest.
- Oh, splendid.
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125. How are the rest
of the entertainments coming along?
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126. Oh, um, very, very well indeed.
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127. Um... I think it's going
to have a slightly spartan look.
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128. What? Greek?
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129. - Er... Yes, that's right. Yes, a Greek.
- Oh, good.
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130. - Oh, everyone turning up?
- Oh, absolutely everyone.
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131. Um, so many people, in fact,
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132. that I'm afraid I've had
to let the eunuchs go.
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133. Oh, no, no, no, no, no!
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134. - No?
- No! That won't do at all!
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135. Not on St Leonard's Day.
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136. Because... Well, correct me
if I'm wrong, Lord Percy, but...
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137. Uh, St Leonard himself
was an eunuch.
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138. Yes, that's right.
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139. Well, that's why I thought
it might be more tactful...
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140. Oh, no, no, no, no.
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141. To leave out the eunuchs
on St Leonard's Day would be like...
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142. Well, it would be like leaving out
the Morris dancers or the bearded women!
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143. Besides, Lord Dougal McAngus,
the King's Supreme Commander,
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144. is expected at the feast,
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145. and as you know eunuchs
are his particular favourite.
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146. - Mmm.
- He's Scottish, you see.
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147. Ah.
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148. Good, good. Well, I'm relying on you,
Edmund. Carry on!
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149. So! Some carrot-faced, thistle-arsed,
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150. Scottish old rag-a-tag
wants a eunuch, does he?
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151. Apparently, he's a great warrior,
My Lord.
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152. Oh, yes.
That's what they all say.
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153. Those Scots...
They're just barbarians!
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154. - Half of them can't even speak English.
- What do they speak?
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155. - I don't know. It's all Greek to me.
- Oh, do you speak Greek?
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156. No. I mean
it sounds like Greek.
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157. Well, if it sounds like Greek,
then it probably is Greek.
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158. It's not Greek.
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159. But it sounds like Greek.
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160. "What's not Greek, but sounds
like Greek?" That's a good one, My Lord.
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161. Look it's not meant to be
a brain teaser, Percy.
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162. I've been telling you that I cannot
understand a blind word they're saying.
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163. No wonder, My Lord.
You never learned Greek, of course.
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164. Percy, have you ever wondered
what your inside would look like?
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165. Sometimes, My Lord, yes.
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166. I'd be perfectly willing
to satisfy your curiosity.
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167. Is that clear? Is it?
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168. Oh, my God, this Scotsman's
beginning to annoy me already.
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169. I'm the Duke of Edinburgh, you know!
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170. And Laird of Roxburgh,
Selkirk and Peebles.
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171. I can make things
very difficult for him.
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172. As for these entertainments...
Oh, I don't know.
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173. Baldrick, you've got a beard.
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174. Go and get yourself a nice dress.
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175. - Oh, great, My Lord!
- Percy!
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176. You'd better go and get Bernard
the bear-batter.
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177. - Yes, My Lord.
- Looks like we'll be needing him.
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178. - Uh, Percy.
- Yes, My Lord?
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179. Tell him to bring a bear this time.
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180. The improvising last year was pathetic.
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181. Now then, Mother.
A toast to Father's return.
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182. What the devil...
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183. - Dougal McAngus!
- Oh, but of course!
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184. Noble Harry, Prince of Wales,
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185. Dougal McAngus greets you and lays at
your feet the spoils of an enemy at war.
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186. Oh, sorry, that's, er...
That's my overnight bag.
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187. Behold! Treasures torn
from the torsos of a Turk.
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188. Oh, McAngus! It fills me
with joy and hope to see you.
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189. What news of my father, the King?
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190. Oh, when I last saw him, he swore
he'd be back by the feast of St Leonard,
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191. - or die in the attempt.
- God forfend!
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192. We shall pray for his safe passage.
Join us.
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193. Join us. You must be starving.
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194. - And young Lochinvar?
- Oh, yes. And him, too.
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195. Come on, Lochinvar!
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196. You must be the King's
wee bit of rumpy-pumpy.
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197. - I am the Queen.
- Aye, aye. I've got a message for you.
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198. My father asked me
to send his regards to you.
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199. Do I know him?
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200. Oh, I think
you can say that. Yes.
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201. He's Donal McAngus,
third Duke of Argyll.
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202. Oh!
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203. Ah, Edmund! There you are!
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204. McAngus, this is the man
who is providing
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205. the entertainments for us tomorrow.
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206. Ah, the eunuch!
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207. Here. There's a groat
for your trouble.
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208. Uh... I am not a eunuch.
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209. Well, you sound like one to me.
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210. I am not a eunuch.
I am the Duke of Edinburgh.
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211. - Oh, you are, are you?
- Yes!
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212. Same old story, eh?
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213. Duke of Edinburgh, and as Scottish
as the Queen of England's tits!
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214. Sorry, uh...
No offence, Your Majesty.
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215. I'm sorry...
You're in my chair.
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216. Don't apologise.
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217. Well, now we've all
got to know each other,
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218. I have rather
a special announcement to make.
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219. Don't tell me,
you're a eunuch as well?
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220. McAngus, as reward for
your heroic deeds in battle,
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221. my father here empowers me to grant you
anything that you may desire of me.
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222. If he's got any sense,
he'll ask for a haircut.
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223. Brother, I'm honoured.
All I ask for is a scrap of land.
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224. Grant me fair Selkirk
and the noble shire of Roxburgh.
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225. - What?
- Very well. By the power vested in me...
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226. Oh, excuse me, um, I'm sorry
to dip my little fly in your ointment
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227. but those lands
do, in fact, belong to me.
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228. Yes?
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229. Well, so... Perhaps he'd like
to choose somewhere else.
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230. - McAngus?
- No, no. I'll have Roxburgh and Selkirk.
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231. But that leaves me with Peebles!
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232. - Oh, aye! And Peebles.
- But, but...
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233. Are you trying to say something, Edmund?
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234. Well, I don't know.
I mean, some people might say,
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235. "Well, what an absurd idea, giving away
half of Scotland to a kilted maniac,
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236. "for slaughtering a couple
of syphilitic Turks..."
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237. Au contraire, I say,
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238. "Let's reward him."
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239. Good, good. So be it.
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240. Hurray!
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241. I'm going to kill him.
And I'm going to kill him now!
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242. - Who, My Lord?
- That stinking Scottish weasel.
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243. Why, My Lord?
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244. Because he's a thieving
stinking Scottish weasel, that's why.
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245. - How?
- I'm gonna stab him.
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246. - Where?
- In the Great Hall and in the bladder.
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247. But if you do it in front of everybody,
won't they suspect something?
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248. Yes.
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249. Yes, a drawback.
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250. Yes, perhaps we need something
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251. a little more cunning.
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252. I have a cunning plan.
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253. Yes, perhaps.
But I think I have a more cunning one.
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254. Mine's pretty cunning, My Lord.
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255. Yes, but not cunning enough, I imagine.
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256. Depends on how cunning
you mean, My Lord.
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257. Well, then, pretty damn cunning!
How cunning do you think I mean?
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258. Oh, mine's quite cunning, My Lord.
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259. All right, then let's hear it.
Let's hear what's so damn cunning!
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260. All right. Well, first of all,
you get him to come with you.
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261. Oh, yes. Very cunning.
Brilliantly cunning.
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262. I ask him to come with me,
then stab him, perhaps?
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263. - How cunning can you get?
- No, My Lord.
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264. - You get this enormous great cannon...
- Oh, I see, take him outside,
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265. get him to stick his head down a cannon,
then blow it off!
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266. - Yeah, yeah.
- Yes! Oh yes, Baldrick, that's...
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267. A wonderful idea.
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268. No, I think I have a plan
that will give us a little more...
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269. Entertainment.
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270. Ahhh!
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271. Can I help ye?
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272. Erm, er, no.
No, I'm fine, thank you.
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273. Good.
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274. - I'm not in your way over here, am I?
- No.
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275. Oh, there is just, er, one thing.
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276. Erm, I was wondering if you could
do me a little favour.
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277. Uh-huh?
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278. Erm, I was wondering if you'd like
to help with the celebrations tonight.
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279. How? By staying away, do you mean?
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280. Whoa!
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281. Erm... Well...
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282. Thing is, erm, we were hoping
to present a mystery play
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283. by one of our leading
thespianic troupes
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284. erm, but, unfortunately,
one of their number is ill, erm...
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285. And I thought you'd be
the perfect person to take his place.
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286. Well, I warn ye...
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287. I'm no actor.
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288. Well, there shouldn't be
much acting required.
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289. Erm...
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290. It's an ancient Egyptian piece...
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291. Er, called
The Death of the Scotsman.
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292. I'll have a crack at it.
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293. You, er...
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294. You can play the Scotsman,
if you like,
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295. who... Who dies
at the end of the play.
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296. Oh, acting dead?
That I can do.
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297. Yes, well, as I say...
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298. There may not be
much acting required.
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299. Oh, and mind the weasel pit.
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300. Percy!
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301. Tall as a tree! Let's see those branches
waving and swaying in the breeze.
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302. Tall, tall, taller.
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303. - Now smaller! Small, small, small...
- Ah!
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304. Baldrick! Have you made
the necessary changes?
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305. Yes, My Lord.
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306. McAngus...
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307. Meet your murderers.
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308. How did it go?
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309. Er, not bad,
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310. but, you know,
I don't really think they understood it.
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311. We three are gathered
with most bold intent...
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312. Here, by the banks
of the graceful Nile,
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313. where camels ride
and deserts blow...
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314. To spill the blood
of this Scotsman vile.
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315. What is a Scotsman doing in Egypt?
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316. I'm not sure, but apparently,
they've had very good reviews.
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317. See your mother there?
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318. I met my father
on the way back from France...
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319. Apparently, him
and your mother used to...
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320. Now, don't be absurd.
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321. Such activities are totally
beyond my mother.
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322. My father only got anywhere
with her because he told her
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323. it was a cure for diarrhea.
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324. Don't you believe it.
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325. I got some letters
that I took from his tent.
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326. By God, they're hot stuff!
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327. I tell you, they certainly
cast a wee shadow of doubt
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328. over the parenthood
of young Harry for a start!
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329. - Oh, don't be absurd!
- Silence!
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330. What?
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331. A bagpipe strums. Behold!
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332. This way our victim comes.
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333. - For never...
- Oh, that's my cue. I'm on!
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334. Letters? Letters?
Where are these letters?
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335. They're safely hidden away.
I'll show you them later!
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336. Oh, all right.
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337. Tutankhamen McPherson,
you come not a whit too soon,
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338. for is this not the weather fair,
or this the Ides of June?
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339. Aye, it is.
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340. What business do you mean?
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341. Quickly! McAngus is going to die!
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342. - And not a moment too soon!
- Carrot-faced orangutan!
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343. - Thieving Scots weasel!
- Death to the Scot!
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344. No, no, look. No, look.
He knows too much!
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345. That is why he must die!
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346. No, look.
He mustn't, he mustn't.
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347. He has vital information.
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348. I've changed my mind.
I've changed my mind.
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349. Oh, my God.
What am I going to do?
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350. - Stop the show, My Lord.
- But, how? How?
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351. Well, just say "Stop".
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352. What's our reason...
What's our reason for stopping the show?
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353. Because the knives are real,
and McAngus is just about to get killed.
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354. No, you bastard!
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355. My Lord. Quick.
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356. Stop!
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357. Sorry, I'm late.
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358. Yes!
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359. Good. Excellent.
It's certainly my mother's handwriting.
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360. - When did you say these were written?
- Er, 1460.
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361. The year my brother was born.
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362. Baldrick! Get in here.
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363. Baldrick, get out there,
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364. and tell everyone that the rest of
the entertainments have been cancelled.
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365. - Why?
- Why? Because I told you to,
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366. you silly little runt!
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367. No. Why have they been
cancelled, My Lord?
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368. Oh, I see.
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369. Well, tell them I have
a very important announcement to make.
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370. Does that mean I have
to take the dress off?
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371. Oh, get out! Get out!
Get out! Get out! Get out!
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372. Well, if you played
your cards right, you could become king.
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373. Oh, yes, one day.
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374. Ah, sooner than you think, maybe.
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375. Cos last time I saw your father,
he'd just charged into Constantinople
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376. - and they shut the gates on him.
- No?
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377. Yes! 10,000 of the Turk
and they're armed with scimitars,
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378. and your father
with a small knife for peeling fruit.
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379. Oh, God...
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380. Gerry Merry weather.
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381. Another nail
in the coffin of variety.
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382. I liked Bernard the rabbit-batter.
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383. Thank you. Thank you.
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384. Look, Edmund,
is this announcement going to take long?
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385. I haven't seen hide nor hair
of a eunuch yet.
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386. No, don't worry, Harry.
It will soon all be over.
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387. My dear mother, my dear brother,
lords and ladies of the Court.
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388. Today there came into my possession
from the hands, My Lord,
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389. of your faithful servant,
Dougal McAngus
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390. certain letters,
rather extraordinary letters
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391. concerning the lineage
of Prince Harry.
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392. Letters?
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393. - What is so extraordinary about them?
- Letters?
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394. Well, Harry, they were written
by your mother to your father.
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395. Your father, Harry, being,
of course, Donal, Sir Duke of Argyll.
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396. I beg your pardon?
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397. These letters are of quite
an intimate nature.
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398. Let me give you an example.
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399. "Arundel, Thursday.
My dear hairy-wairy,
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400. "Often, as you sit at table
with my husband,
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401. "probing deeply
into the affairs of state,
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402. "I long for the day
when you will probe..."
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403. Edmund!
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404. Are you sure you know
what you're saying?
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405. As sure as our mother was,
Harry, when she wrote these words...
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406. "Dear big-boy, sail south.
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407. "As you know, your galleon is always
assured a warm welcome in my harbour.”
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408. "Big-boy!" Mother!
Do you know anything about this?
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409. Well, what chance did I have?
I was just a little foreign girl.
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410. Then I must renounce
the regency and hie me to a monastery.
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411. Edmund, you shall be Regent
until your father returns.
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412. - The King will not be returning.
- What?
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413. Oh, dear.
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414. No. When McAngus last saw him,
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415. he was facing half the Turkish army,
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416. armed only with
a small piece of cutlery.
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417. So, Percy, if you'd like
to start things off...
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418. The King is dead.
Long live the King.
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419. The King is dead.
Long live the King.
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420. Probably dead.
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421. The King is probably dead.
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422. Long live the King.
The King is probably dead.
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423. Long live the King. The King is...
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424. not dead.
Long live the King. Hurray!
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425. Blood! Death! War!
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426. Rumpy-pumpy!
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427. Triumph!
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428. McAngus!
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429. My companion in blood,
and most trusted friend!
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430. - You made it!
- Yes!
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431. I made it.
Thanks to my trusty fruit knife.
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432. Wait a minute.
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433. What's going on here?
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434. Who are you?
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435. He's our son.
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436. What?
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437. Oh, yes, of course.
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438. Enid.
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439. My beloved father,
certain letters have come to light
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440. which might change things
a bit around here.
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441. Letters? What letters?
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442. They speak of acts of love
between your wife and Donal,
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443. the Gay Dog of the Glens.
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444. "How I long to be in that kingdom
between the saffron sheets,
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445. "where you and your ruler
are the only ruler...
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446. - Oh!
- "... and then acts of love consummated,
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447. "oh, you enormous Scotsman."
Etc, etc.
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448. These letters are dated
November and December 1460
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449. which, Harry, in relation to your date
of birth, is precisely nine months...
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450. After I was born!
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451. But about nine months
before your birth, Edmund.
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452. Ergh!
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453. You bastard!
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454. No, I think
you're the bastard, Edmund.
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455. Silence! I want an explanation!
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456. Er...
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457. My liege...
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458. The reason I have
gathered you all here today
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459. is to try to get some proper justice
meted out against this Scottish turd
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460. who has clearly forged
these obviously fake letters.
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461. - Let me see them!
- No! I rip them up in his face
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462. so no hint of their
filthy slander can remain!
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463. You come in here, fresh from
slaughtering a couple of chocos
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464. when their backs were turned
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465. and think you can upset
the harmony of a whole kingdom?
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466. - I challenge you to a duel!
- To the death!
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467. Um... Yes, all right.
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468. Excellent idea!
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469. After all,
it is St Leonard's Day...
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470. There's meant to be some entertainment!
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471. Good, very good!
Take your places.
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472. It is nice to see
old Glenshee again, eh, McAngus?
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473. Reminds me of the time with the three
Turks and the human shish kebab!
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474. How could I ever forget?
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475. Very well.
Let the killing begin!
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476. Let's see the Black Adder
wriggle out of this one!
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477. Shut up!
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478. Come on! What's the hold-up?
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479. Um... I'll give you
everything I own. Everything!
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480. Ah-ha!
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481. Erm, I'm hardly a rich man...
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482. You're hardly a man at all!
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483. But...
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484. My horse must be worth 1,000 ducats.
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485. I can sell my wardrobe,
the pride of my life.
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486. My swords, my curtains,
my socks and my fighting cocks.
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487. Oh, my servants,
I can live without...
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488. Except perhaps
he who oils my rack.
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489. And then,
my most intimate treasures...
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490. My collection
of antique cod-pieces,
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491. my wigs for state occasions,
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492. my wigs for private occasions,
and my wigs
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493. for humourous occasions.
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494. And my collection of pokers,
my grendle-stretchers,
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495. my ornamental pomfreys
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496. and of course, my autographed
miniature of Judas Iscariot.
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497. That's nowhere near enough!
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498. Ah, I'm only kidding!
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499. Actually, I'm quite
interested in the wigs.
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500. Never mind!
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501. Ah! Hey!
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502. Hope life doesn't become too dull,
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503. not being able to pass laws
over Scotland.
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504. I wouldn't pass water
over Scotland!
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505. I'm fed up!
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506. We're all terribly
pleased you're back, Father.
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507. I'm not.
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508. I miss the smell of blood
in my nostrils.
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509. - And the Queen's "got a headache”.
- Oh, dear.
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510. But we do have
a fascinating week ahead.
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511. Erm, in fact,
the Archbishop of York has asked me
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512. if you'd care to join his
formation Italian dance class.
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513. And I really I ought
to give him an answer.
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514. Do you want be to be honest,
or tactful?
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515. Er, tactful, I think.
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516. - Tell him to get stuffed!
- Right.
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517. Has that little hooligan
McAngus left?
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518. Er, no. Edmund's giving him
a last look round the castle now.
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519. While this...
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520. Well, I'll be sorry
to see him go.
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521. Ah, very interesting!
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522. Yes, and so will Edmund.
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523. They've become firm friends.
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524. What the devil...
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525. - The Turks?
- The drains!
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526. Father! Harry!
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527. There's been rather a messy accident.
You must come quickly!
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528. Oh, God! I shall get my plunger!
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529. The sound of hoofbeats
across the glade
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530. Good folk
lock up your son and daughter
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531. Beware the deadly flashing blade
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532. Unless you want
to end up shorter
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533. Black Adder
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534. Black Adder
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535. He rides a pitch-black steed
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536. Black Adder
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537. Black Adder
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538. He's very bad indeed
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539. Black, his gloves
of finest mole
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540. Black, his codpiece
made of metal
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541. His horse is blacker
than a hole
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542. His pot is blacker
than his kettle
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543. Black Adder
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544. Black Adder
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545. With many a cunning plan
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546. Black Adder
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547. Black Adder
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548. You horrid little man!
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