1. St Juniper once said,
"By his loins shall ye know him,
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2. "and by the length of his rod
shall he be measured.”
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3. The length of my rod is a mystery to all
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4. but the Queen
and a thousand Turkish whores!
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5. But the fruits of my loins
are here for all to see.
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6. I have two sons.
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7. Harry and another one.
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8. Step forward, Harry, Prince of Wales.
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9. Harry, I hereby name thee
Captain of the Guard,
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10. Grand Warden of the Northern
and Eastern Marches,
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11. Chief Lunatic
of the Duchy of Gloucester,
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12. Viceroy of Wales, Sheriff of Nottingham,
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13. Marquis of the Midlands,
Lord Po-maker in ordinary,
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14. and Harbinger of the Doomed Rat!
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15. Step forward, the other one!
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16. Now, thy titles have been but few.
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17. Duke of Edinburgh
and Warden of the Royal Privy.
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18. If so, my lord.
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19. We thank thee, Egbert,
for thy work in Edinburgh.
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20. Know now that we do relieve thee
of thy heavy task,
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21. and give the dukedom
to our loyal cousin, Hastings.
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22. Many happy returns, Tom.
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23. Thus have I discharged
the duties of Juniper!
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24. Chiswick, fresh horses!
We ride at once to rebellious Stoke
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25. where it is my sworn intent
to approach the city walls,
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26. bare my broad buttocks,
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27. and shout,
"Behold, I honour thee most highly!"
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28. Well, it could've been worse, my lord.
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29. For a moment there
I thought you're gonna lose the privies!
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30. No!
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31. It will not do!
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32. Er, no, my lord, you're right. It won't.
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33. I must clear away the chaff from my life
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34. then let shine forth
the true wheat of greatness!
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35. Do it at once, my lord!
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36. Very well. Percy, you are
dismissed from my services.
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37. Me?
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38. Why?
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39. Because, Percy,
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40. far from being a fit consort
for a prince of the realm,
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41. you would bore the leggings
off a village idiot!
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42. You ride a horse rather less well
than another horse would.
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43. Your brain would make a grain of sand
look large and ungainly.
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44. And the part of you
that can't be mentioned,
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45. I am reliably informed,
by women around the court,
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46. wouldn't be worth mentioning
even if it could be!
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47. If you put on a floppy hat
and a furry codpiece,
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48. you might just get by as a fool,
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49. but since you wouldn't know a joke
if it got up and gave you a haircut,
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50. I doubt it!
That is why you're dismissed!
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51. Oh, I see.
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52. - And as for you, Baldrick...
- My lord?
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53. You're out, too.
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54. Fair enough.
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55. Well, I expect you'll go back
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56. to shoveling dung in the gutter
where I found you?
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57. No, I shouldn't think so.
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58. No?
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59. No, it took me years to get that job.
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60. I'll probably be back to milking pigs
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61. or mucking out the lepers or something.
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62. Really?
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63. Yeah, it'll be years before I get back
to shoveling dung again.
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64. Get out of my way!
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65. Going on a journey, my lord?
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66. No, I thought I'd stand here all day
and talk to you.
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67. You'll be needing someone
to tend your horse then?
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68. No. And even if I did, I wouldn't
take you! I mean, look at you!
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69. What is your profession?
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70. Huh? One, two, three! One, two, three!
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71. One, two, three! One, two, three!
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72. My God! A retired Morris dancer!
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73. That's all I need!
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74. Well, if you can keep up,
you can come. Hah!
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75. Here he comes now.
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76. Oh, my God!
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77. So, Sir Wilfred Death,
your tyranny is now at an end.
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78. Prepare to be strung by your codlings
and bound on that tree.
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79. Never!
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80. Sir Wilfred Death.
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81. Edmund.
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82. I'm looking for some men
to take over the kingdom.
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83. How many have you got so far?
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84. So, we are agreed.
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85. He who wins takes the horse.
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86. Aye.
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87. There is our mark. You shoot first.
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88. Yeah. That's good.
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89. So good, in fact,
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90. I'm going to have to...
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91. Cheat.
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92. Three-fingered Pete!
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93. Good evening.
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94. And surrender. Your money or your life.
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95. Here. Take it.
It's all the money I have.
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96. Thank you.
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97. Now, let me pass.
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98. Damn! I'm always doing this.
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99. Did I say, "Your money or your life"?
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100. You did.
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101. Sorry. Slip of the tongue.
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102. Your money and your life.
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103. Sorry.
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104. Thanks, Ned. See you Thursday.
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105. Guy!
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106. Wilfred!
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107. Now, what we need is a real bastard!
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108. Sean the Irish Bastard!
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109. Pity the blind, sir.
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110. Pity the blind, kind sir.
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111. Here! Business is
very quiet this morning!
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112. Aye, everyone's gone to lunch I think.
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113. Sean!
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114. Friar, I fear greatly for her chastity.
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115. Alas, such is the way of the world.
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116. The sweetest rose too often
is plucked too soon.
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117. Yes. I wondered
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118. if you would take her while I'm gone.
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119. Yes. The answer is yes.
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120. I shall.
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121. Friar Bellows!
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122. Doing the Lord's work?
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123. I'm just administering extreme unction!
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124. Well, who shall
be our seventh, Wilfred?
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125. Why, need I say?
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126. Jack!
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127. Not Mad Bully-boy Jack,
the grave-robbing assassin of Aldwych?
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128. No.
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129. Then Crazed Animal Jack,
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130. the cattle-rustling cannibal
from Sutton Coldfield?
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131. No.
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132. Then your man Saint Jack O'Hooligan,
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133. the man-hatin'
goat-murderer of Dingle Bay?
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134. No.
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135. Surely not Canon Jack Smulley,
senior Archdeacon
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136. of the diocese of St. Botolph,
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137. the entrail-eating heretic
of Barton Wells?
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138. No.
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139. I'm talking of Unspeakably Violent Jack,
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140. the bull-buggering
beast-killer of no fixed abode.
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141. Are you sure
he's the kind of chap we're looking for?
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142. Yes!
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143. And here he comes.
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144. What do you think you're doing?
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145. Are you with us, Jack?
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146. Aye!
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147. so I kissed her on her left buttock.
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148. Tell me, Jack, what is your second name?
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149. Large. Jack Large!
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150. Then in our band,
you shall be known as Large Jack!
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151. Why?
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152. Well, because you are so little.
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153. Why not Little Jack, then?
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154. Well, because Large Jack
is more amusing.
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155. Is it?
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156. Very well, then. Little Jack.
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157. Do you wish to mock my size?
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158. No, no, no, no, no!
No, of course not. Erm, innkeeper!
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159. - Some more beer!
- Hurray!
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160. Six large beers.
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161. - And, er... And another large beer!
- Hurray!
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162. - Let us then go onto the plan.
- Ah, the plan!
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163. First, a motto for our enterprise.
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164. - Blessed are the meek...
- Aye!
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165. - ... for they shall be slaughtered!
- Hurray!
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166. Wait, wait, wait! The plan!
You've forgotten the plan!
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167. I thought that was the plan.
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168. Let's get those meek bastards now!
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169. Quiet!
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170. Who wants quiet? I want chaos!
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171. And slaughter!
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172. And flowers!
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173. What?
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174. Mercilessly crushed underfoot!
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175. - Silence! Silence!
- Silence!
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176. Peace! The word of the Lord!
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177. For Christ's sake, let's hear the plan!
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178. Very well. The plan is simple.
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179. I thought it was cunning!
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180. Get on with the plan!
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181. Well, it's cunning and it's simplistic.
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182. Tonight, I ride for home.
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183. I say strike now while the iron is hot!
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184. But the iron isn't hot!
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185. Isn't it?
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186. No, it's just, er, warming up.
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187. But when it is hot, then we will strike.
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188. What? Are we going to
have to wait till summer?
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189. No, when the iron is hot.
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190. What iron?
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191. We'll wait. I shall send for you all.
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192. How?
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193. Well, by a message, a sign.
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194. What sort of sign?
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195. Well, erm, something black probably.
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196. Black pudding?
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197. Not quite.
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198. A messenger with the black plague,
perhaps?
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199. Yes, that's better.
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200. He means to kill us!
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201. No, I mean a messenger with black hair.
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202. Ah!
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203. - A black-headed messenger!
- That's it.
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204. And when he comes to you,
drop whatever you are doing,
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205. and speed with all haste
to Jasper's Tavern.
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206. I know it well.
How is old Jasper these days?
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207. - Dead.
- How?
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208. I killed him.
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209. From there... From there I shall
take you to the castle
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210. where we will capture
the king and the queen and the prince.
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211. Hurray!
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212. I'll say to them,
"The Kingdom of Albion is ours!"
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213. Hurray!
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214. "You are doomed to lives of exile.
Get out!"
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215. Exile?
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216. Yes, exile! For life!
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217. But why don't we just kill them?
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218. Well, I suppose we could kill them.
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219. Yes!
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220. Wait, wait, No, wait!
Wait till I send the sign.
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221. By a messenger with blackheads
all over his face!
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222. How do we know it isn't a trap?
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223. How... Because the Black Adder
gives you his word.
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224. We want your word,
not this Black Adder fellow's!
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225. But I am the Black Adder.
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226. Oh. Oh, I see.
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227. And when all is done,
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228. the Black Seal shall rule England.
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229. Hurray!
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230. We few! We happy few!
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231. We band of ruthless bastards!
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232. Hurray!
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233. All for one...
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234. And each man for himself!
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235. You're in a merry mood, my lord!
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236. Oh, yes. No-one can stop me now!
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237. - No-one?
- No, no-one!
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238. Except perhaps...
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239. No, not even him.
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240. And who might that be, my lord?
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241. Well, there was a man.
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242. Philip of Burgundy.
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243. Known to his enemies as the Hawk.
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244. We were deadly childhood rivals.
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245. Although, of course, in those days
he was known as the Thrush!
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246. No-one's heard of him for years.
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247. Well, come on. Let's go.
We've got work to do.
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248. Not so fast, Edinburgh!
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249. This Hawk, did he look
something like this?
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250. Mmm. Not really, no.
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251. Oh, my God! Philip of Burgundy!
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252. Known to my enemies as...
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253. the Hawk!
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254. But your horse
used to be a huge, brown...
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255. Yes. Yes, that's the one.
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256. Well, it's been very good
to see you, er, Phil!
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257. This time, not fast enough!
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258. What do you want with me?
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259. I'll tell you later!
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260. I return at last after 15 years.
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261. And... And what have you been up to?
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262. Waiting, plotting, nurturing my hatred
and planning my revenge.
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263. Ah. So you've kept yourself busy?
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264. Yes, 15 years in France
teaches a man to hate.
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265. 15 years of wearing perfume,
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266. 15 years of eating frogs,
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267. 15 years of saying "pardon”!
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268. And all because of you!
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269. But surely, the scenery...
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270. I never went outside.
I couldn't stand the smell!
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271. What has all this got to do with me?
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272. Because, Edmund,
it is going to take you 15 years
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273. to die!
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274. - 15 years?
- Yes!
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275. How?
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276. I think it might be more amusing
if you found out for yourself.
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277. Let us just say
it has something to do with...
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278. snails.
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279. Oh, my God. Where are you going?
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280. Right to the castle
to kill the royal family
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281. and claim the throne that isn't
mine by right!
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282. Dear Lord,
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283. who made the birds and the bees,
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284. and the snails, presumably,
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285. please help me,
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286. a little animal too, in my despair.
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287. I have been a sinner,
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288. but now I intend to follow
the path of the saints,
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289. particularly the very religious ones.
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290. In the name of the Father, Son,
and Holy Ghost, amen.
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291. - Amen!
- What?
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292. Amen, I said!
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293. Did I get it wrong? I haven't heard
that word for 20 years, you see.
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294. Who are you?
I didn't realise I had company!
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295. Oh! "Company"? I haven't heard that word
for 20 years either!
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296. Or "realise"! I'd completely forgotten!
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297. - Realise!
- You're not mad, are you?
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298. Yes, I'm very mad, thank you. Mad!
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299. That's the words I know.
I say to myself every day,
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300. I say, "Good morning, Mad Gerald.
How are you today?"
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301. Then I say,
"I'm completely mad today, thank you."
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302. "Not much change there
then, is there, Gerald?"
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303. I say, "No, well, you'd be mad
to expect any, wouldn't you?"
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304. But I am mad! I'm Mad Gerald!
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305. Quiet!
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306. Look, this may seem a stupid question.
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307. Question, yes.
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308. But you don't know
if there's a way out of here, do you?
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309. A way out?
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310. A way out, you say?
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311. I haven't heard those words
"A way out” for...
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312. - Ooh.
- 20 years?
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313. Yes! Yes, 20 years. Ha!
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314. Not like Mr Rat.
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315. I'm always saying, "Mr Rat..."
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316. - Who?
- Mr Rat!
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317. I tend to say, "Good morning, Mr Rat.
Er, how are you today?"
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318. And he says, erm...
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319. Beep, beep, beep, beep!
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320. No, you mustn't be rude about Mr Rat.
He's my best friend.
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321. Yes.
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322. Well,
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323. there's him, and there's Mr Key.
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324. - What?
- Mr Key!
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325. I made him out of my own teeth.
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326. Good morning, Mr Key.
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327. Close the bloody door!
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328. Stop! Stop!
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329. Where are you going?
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330. I'll tell you where. Wherever I can sell
these six black homing pigeons
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331. I got in the back here, that's where.
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332. Black homing pigeons?
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333. Well, mostly.
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334. - How much are they?
- Six shillings.
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335. Oh, damn!
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336. I suppose if you beat me and gagged me
and tied me to that tree over there,
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337. you could have 'em for less!
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338. Right.
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339. At the striking of 10 bells,
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340. I shall claim the throne.
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341. Ah-ha!
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342. Gentlemen, to what
do I owe this pleasure?
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343. To me, Burgundy!
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344. Edmund! I had not expected
to see you again.
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345. No. Dead men don't tend
to make social calls, do they?
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346. Prepare to die!
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347. Wait! Let me say just one last thing.
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348. If these men are indeed
as they seem to be,
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349. the six most evil men in the land...
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350. Yes, they are!
Your last sentence, please?
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351. Then they've made a pretty damn peculiar
choice for their leader, haven't they,
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352. my Lord Warden of the Privies?
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353. What? You think they should've
chosen you, Thrush?
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354. A man twisted by unbridled ambition.
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355. A man tortured by insatiable greed!
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356. The most evil man in the world!
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357. You think they should've chosen you?
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358. Yes!
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359. But he's a mindless killer!
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360. Hurray!
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361. He'll destroy the kingdom!
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362. Hurray!
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363. He murdered his own family.
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364. Who didn't? I certainly killed mine.
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365. - And I killed mine!
- And I killed yours.
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366. - Did you?
- Yes.
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367. Good on you, Father!
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368. - Are you with me, then?
- Yes!
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369. Prepare to die!
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370. Wait! I have a more amusing method.
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371. Amusing for whom, I wonder?
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372. Gentlemen!
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373. - Bravo!
- Well done!
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374. In precisely one minute,
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375. the spike will go up your nethers.
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376. The shears will cut off your ears!
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377. - Both of them?
- Yes.
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378. Then these axes will
chop off your hands.
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379. And I do not think we need
go into the attributes
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380. of the codling grinder!
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381. These feathers here will tickle you
under what's left of your arms.
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382. And that is the amusing part!
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383. Gentlemen, let us go and slaughter
all the rest of the royal family.
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384. God save the King!
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385. 'Cause nobody else will!
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386. On!
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387. Stop! First let us relieve these wenches
of their delightful burden,
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388. and drink a toast to our enterprise.
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389. May good thrive!
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390. Over our dead bodies!
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391. Mmm, it's got
a bit of a sting in its tail!
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392. Oh, Edmund! Edmund!
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393. - Edmund!
- Edmund!
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394. He lives!
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395. Father...
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396. You called me Edmund!
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397. Sorry. Edgar! How are you?
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398. Not so well.
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399. Harry...
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400. What do you think my chances are?
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401. Oh, good. Good.
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402. - He will live?
- Hmm?
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403. Oh, no. Sorry, I thought you meant
your chances of going to heaven.
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404. Oh, damn!
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405. Never fear, my son. Your body may be
mutilated beyond recognition,
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406. but your spirit will live forever!
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407. My lords...
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408. What did you say?
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409. I give you Edgar!
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410. I told you to poison the Black Seal's
goblets, not poison the whole vat!
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411. Edgar!
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412. What is it?
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413. The Black Dagger!
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414. The Black Dagger!
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415. Adder.
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416. May his name last
as long as our dynasty!
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417. Good Lord!
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418. I wonder if it was the wine.
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419. No. Seems perfectly all right to me.
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420. And now, at last,
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421. I shall be King of...
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422. So now the wage of sin is paid
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423. The blade has stuck
The black steed grazes
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424. The only sound across the glade
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425. Is Edmund pushing up the daisies
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426. Black Adder
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427. Black Adder
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428. A shame about the plan
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429. Black Adder
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430. Black Adder
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431. Farewell, you horrid man
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432. Don't drink the wine!
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