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2. In medieval times a sport arose.
Embraced by noble and peasant fans
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3. alike though only noble knights could
complete. The sport was jousting.
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4. For one of these knights, an
over-the-hill former champion, it was
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5. the end. But for his peasant squire
William, it was merely the beginning.
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6. Should we help him?
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7. He's due in the lists in two minutes.
Two minutes or forfeit.
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8. Lend us those.
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9. Right. Left.
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10. - Dead.
- Eh?
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11. Three scores to none after two lances.
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12. As long as Sir Ector doesn't
fall off his horse, we've won.
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13. He's dead.
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14. His spirit is gone
but his stench remains.
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15. - Does that answer your question?
- No, no, no.
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16. No, he sleeps. Rouse him.
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17. I haven't eaten in three days!
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18. None of us have!
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19. - Let's fetch a priest.
- No, he's not dead!
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20. Come on!
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21. You manky git!
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22. Roland.
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23. Squire, Sir Ector must report
at once or forfeit the match.
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24. He's on his way.
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25. I haven't eaten in three days!
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26. Three days! What did you eat, mate?
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27. If you wasn't dead, I would kill you!
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28. I'll ride in his place.
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29. Strip his armor.
I'm riding in his place.
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30. Wat, stop kicking him!
I'm riding in his place. Help me.
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31. What's your name, William?
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32. It's not Sir William.
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33. It's not Count or Duke or King William.
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34. I know that.
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35. You must be of noble birth to compete.
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36. A detail. The landscape is food.
Do you want to eat or not?
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37. If the nobles find out,
there'll be the devil to pay.
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38. Then pray that they don't.
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39. "A Knight's Tale"
adventure-medieval, USA, 2001
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40. Visor.
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41. Come on, we're late.
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42. The score stands at three lances
to none in favor of Sir Ector.
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43. Lord Philip of Aragon.
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44. Stand ye ready?
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45. Sir Ector. Stand ye ready?
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46. Ready?
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47. I tilted against Sir Ector many times.
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48. In practice as his target.
You never struck him.
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49. - Badger me not with details.
- The landscape. Stay on the horse.
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50. He needs 3 points.
He has to knock you off the horse.
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51. I know how to score, Roland.
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52. I've waited my whole life
for this moment.
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53. For Sir Ector to shite himself
to death?
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54. Get it in the cradle. In the cradle.
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55. Get it in the cradle!
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56. William, are you alive?
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57. - We won! We won!
- Can you hear me?
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58. Get off me! William, can you hear me?
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59. We won!
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60. He's breathing. He's breathing!
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61. Sir Ector.
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62. Sir Ector. Remove your helmet.
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63. My lord, the final blow of the lance
has bent it onto my head.
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64. He says the final blow of the—
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65. I present your champion, my lord.
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66. Twenty.
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67. No, 10.
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68. - Fifteen.
- Done.
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69. Very good. Cheers.
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70. Fifteen silver florins.
He didn't want that.
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71. That's five for William.
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72. Five for Wat. Five for Roland,
who's going home to England.
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73. Straight to the pub for me.
Eel pie, brie tart...
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74. tansy cakes with peppermint cream.
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75. We could do this.
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76. We've done it, boy.
That's silver in your hand.
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77. No, I mean, we can do this.
We can be champions.
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78. Give us your coins.
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79. Give me your coins.
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80. Now, that's one for you.
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81. And one... for you.
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82. Which leaves 13.
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83. That's 13 for training
and outfitting.
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84. The tournament in Rouen is in a month.
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85. We could split a bigger prize.
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86. In one month we'd be on our way
to glory and riches.
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87. Or lying in a ditch with Sir Ector.
William, I just want to go home.
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88. Tansy cakes. Dilled veal balls.
I'll take my five now.
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89. Oh, wait up.
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90. You're going the wrong way!
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91. You can't even joust.
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92. Most of it is the guts to take a blow.
Guts I have.
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93. And technique?
I have a month to learn that.
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94. - In the practice ring.
- You're not of noble birth.
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95. So, we lie.
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96. How did the nobles become noble
in the first place?
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97. They took it at the tip of a sword.
I'll do it with a lance.
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98. - A blunted lance.
- No matter, Wat.
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99. A man can change his stars. I won't
spend the rest of my life as nothing.
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100. That is nothing. And that's
where glory will take us.
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101. We're peasants. Glory and riches
are beyond our grasp.
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102. But a full stomach?
That dream can come true.
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103. If you can take your coins,
go eat cake in England.
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104. But if you can't, you come with me.
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105. See how hungry I am?
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106. - Do you?
- Damn your stomach, Wat!
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107. Roland, please.
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108. With 13 silver pieces,
three men can change their stars.
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109. God love you, William.
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110. I know, I know. No one else will.
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111. Unlucky.
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112. - I think he's getting worse.
- He is getting worse.
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113. Switch.
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114. Switch.
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115. You see how dangerous it is?
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116. Faster! Faster!
All right, use those legs!
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117. Come on, Roland. Faster! Faster!
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118. You missed it.
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119. You've done it dozens of times.
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120. Well, I guess that means
we should do it again.
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121. Come on.
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122. Come on, ponies.
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123. Fong him.
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124. Faster. Balance.
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125. No, slower. Keep it steady.
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126. I got it! Look, I got it!
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127. Any minute now.
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128. - Yes, better.
- Nice.
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129. - It's my turn to ride.
- No.
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130. We haven't reached the marker.
And you shouldn't.
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131. How would it look if my squire rode
while I walked?
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132. I don't give a witch's teat!
It's my turn! It's my turn!
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133. Maybe nobody should ride.
The horse is not what he used to be.
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134. Fine. Fine.
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135. Morning.
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136. Hoy, sir.
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137. What are you doing?
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138. Uh... trudging.
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139. You know, trudging? To trudge?
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140. To trudge the slow, weary...
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141. depressing, yet determined walk
of a man who had nothing left...
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142. except the impulse to simply
soldier on.
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143. Were you robbed?
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144. Interesting question. Yes.
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145. And at the same time,
a huge, resounding, "No."
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146. It's more a sort of involuntary
vow of poverty, really.
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147. But on the brighter side,
trudging does represent pride.
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148. Pride, resolve and faith
in the good Lord Almighty.
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149. Please, Christ, rescue me
from my tribu-...
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150. lations.
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151. Who are you?
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152. Lilium inter spinas.
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153. The lily among the thorns.
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154. Geoffrey Chaucer's the name.
Writing's the game.
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155. Chaucer?
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156. Geoffrey Chaucer, the writer?
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157. - A what?
- "A what?" A writer.
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158. I write with ink and parchment.
For a penny, I'll scribble anything.
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159. Summonses, decrees, edicts,
warrants, patents of nobility.
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160. I've been known to jot down
a poem, if the muse descends.
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161. You probably read my book,
The Book of the Duchess.
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162. Well, it was allegorical.
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163. We won't hold it against you.
Each man decides that for himself.
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164. Did you say patents of nobility?
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165. That's right. I did.
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166. And you gentlemen are?
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167. I am Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein
from Gelderland.
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168. These are my faithful squires,
Delves of Dodgington...
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169. I'm Richard the Lionheart.
A pleasure.
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170. No, I'm Charlemagne!
John the Baptist!
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171. All right!
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172. Hold your tongue, sir, or lose it.
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173. Now you see that, I do believe...
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174. Sir Ulrich.
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175. Thank you...
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176. Geoff.
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177. Have you any more to say, Master Nude,
or may we be on our way?
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178. - Off to the tournament?
- This is the road to Rouen.
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179. That remains to be seen.
They're limiting the field at Rouen.
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180. Noble birth must be established
for four generations on either side.
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181. Patents of nobility must be provided.
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182. Listen, clothe me...
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183. shoe me, for God's sake, feed me
and you'll have your patents.
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184. No.
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185. - Patents of nobility.
- We need him. We need him.
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186. - Let me handle it.
- Be nice.
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187. Nice, nice, nice.
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188. All right.
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189. Betray us and I will fong you
until your insides are out...
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190. your outsides are in and your
entrails are your extrails.
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191. Pain.
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192. Lots of pain.
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193. I present Sir Ulrich, whose mother's
father was Shilhard von Rechberg...
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194. son of the Duke Guelph of Saxony,
son of Ghibellines, son of Wendish.
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195. - Wendish inherited the fief—
- That'll do, herald.
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196. Six generations is more than enough.
Show me the patents.
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197. Indicate in which events
shall your Lord Ulrich compete.
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198. He'll first meet Roger Lord Mortimer.
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199. Thank you very much.
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200. I can't believe it.
You did it, Chaucer.
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201. I thank you. I didn't think
we had a chance.
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202. My pleasure, William.
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203. If you don't mind, I'll stick around.
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204. Be my herald, you'll
get part of the winnings.
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205. Done. Now if you don't mind,
I have to see a man about a dog.
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206. Walking out from Cheapside
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207. My fortunes for to seek
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208. I passed along the River Thames
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209. Its waters did they reek
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210. 'Twas there I met a pretty lass
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211. She said her name was Nell
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212. Bell or hell rhymes with Nell.
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213. Would you speak to me?
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214. Ah, to speak.
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215. Sir, my sex are marked
by their silence.
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216. I would hear you speak
if it cost me my ears.
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217. That is well, for I do not
want silence in my life.
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218. Tell me your name.
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219. - Would you care if I were ugly?
- Yes!
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220. I mean, no. I mean—
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221. You desecrate the house of God!
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222. Tell me your name.
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223. And what would you do
with my name, Sir Hunter?
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224. Call me a fox, for
that is all I am to you.
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225. Then a fox you shall be until
I find your name, my foxy lady.
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226. He's a handsome hunter.
I give him that.
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227. Does this not shock you, ladies?
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228. Certainly, my lord.
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229. I only laugh just
to keep from weeping.
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230. Beauty is such a curse.
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231. Pray your years come swiftly.
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232. Pray your beauty fades
so you may better serve God.
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233. Oh, I do, my lord. I pray for it all
the time.
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234. Why, God, did you curse me
with this face?
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235. God's will has a purpose,
but we may not know it.
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236. Well, that is lovely.
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237. Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein...
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238. defeats Roger Lord Mortimer
one lance to none.
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239. Easy. They'll think I
never broke a lance before.
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240. - But you haven't!
- Ulrich's broken thousands of lances.
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241. Come on. You're due
in the sword ring.
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242. My armor's loose.
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243. Shite. I can't block an overhead.
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244. We can't fix it now.
We're overdue in the sword ring.
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245. It was a mistake to do two events.
I'm too hurried.
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246. - I'll withdraw from the sword.
- Sword's what you're best at.
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247. But the prizes and prestige
are bigger in the joust.
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248. Ulrich von Lichtenstein?
I am Simon the Summoner.
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249. I'm overdue at the sword ring.
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250. I must detain you
on behalf of your herald.
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251. You were never robbed.
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252. I have a gambling problem.
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253. I can't help myself.
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254. And these people will...
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255. literally take the clothes
off your back.
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256. What are we supposed to do?
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257. He assured us that you,
his liege, would pay us.
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258. And who are you?
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259. Peter, a humble pardoner...
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260. and purveyor of religious relics.
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261. How much does he owe?
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262. Ten gold florins.
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263. You manky git!
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264. - Pain! Pain! Take the pain!
- Get him off me!
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265. Wat, let him go!
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266. What would you do to him
if I was to refuse?
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267. We, on behalf of the Lord God...
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268. will take it from his flesh
so that he may understand...
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269. that gambling is a sin.
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270. Oh, come on.
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271. Please, Will.
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272. Please, will you help me,
Sir Ulrich?
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273. I promise you won't regret it.
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274. I don't have the money.
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275. Release him...
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276. and give him back his clothes.
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277. And you'll get it.
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278. Done.
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279. You lied.
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280. Yes, I lied. I'm a writer.
I give the truth scope!
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281. Behold my Lord
Ulrich von Lichtenstein, son of—
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282. - Too late. He's been announced.
- Fine.
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283. Ten blows by sword.
Sir Ulrich to receive first.
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284. Strike!
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285. Strike!
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286. Stop letting him hit you!
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287. Shut up! Shut up!
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288. Two strikes for Sir Walter Loring!
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289. Sir Ulrich to strike!
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290. - Now it's your turn!
- Come on!
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291. Strike!
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292. I taught him that!
That's me!
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293. Sir Ulrich prevails,
five strikes to two!
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294. Yes!
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295. Behold my Lord Ulrich!
The rock! The hard place!
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296. Blown far from his homeland
in search of glory and honor!
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297. We walk in the garden
of his turbulence!
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298. Yeah!
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299. - You're champion.
- Of the sword.
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300. Isn't that why we're here? Come on.
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301. Do you want to touch him?
Do you want to touch him?
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302. We should've saved our money
for the blacksmith.
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303. I can't pay you now...
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304. - ... but I promise I will, just as—
- No! Money.
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305. - Excuse me.
- Cash first, not promises.
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306. Go on.
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307. Excuse me, sir.
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308. You might try the farris.
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309. A woman?
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310. Beggars cannot be choosers, my lord.
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311. Thank you.
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312. - I can't joust with broken armor.
- That's your problem, not mine.
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313. Just as well. They told me
I was daft to even ask.
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314. - Who?
- The other armorers.
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315. Did they say I couldn't do it
because I'm a woman?
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316. They said you're good
with horseshoes, not armor.
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317. No one mentioned you being a woman.
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318. Cat's meat! Hot wine!
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319. Cat's meat! Hot wine!
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320. Lady, I will win
this tournament for you.
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321. Nay! I will win for you.
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322. May I present Count Adhemar...
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323. winner of the joust in France
and champion at Saint-Emilion.
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324. All forgotten when standing before the
most beautiful woman in Christendom.
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325. Do you only pretend to fight, Count
Adhemar, or wage real war as well?
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326. I am leader of the free companies.
My army is in southern France.
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327. Geoff, 'tis my lady.
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328. - William, you aim too high.
- I don't know any other way to aim.
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329. - Concentrate.
- What should I say to her?
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330. What do you think of the joust?
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331. It's very abrupt.
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332. And I don't understand the rules.
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333. Then I shall educate you.
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334. A match is three lances.
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335. One point is given for breaking
a lance between the waist and neck.
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336. Two points for breaking on the helmet.
It's difficult.
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337. The helmet sweeps back.
Most blows glance off.
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338. Three points for bearing a rider
to the ground.
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339. Also, if you bear a rider
to the ground, you win his horse.
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340. Do men die in the joust?
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341. Lance points are tipped
with coronals, which blunts them.
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342. Of course, accidents happen.
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343. I myself, Jocelyn,
have never been unhorsed.
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344. Nor have I.
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345. Your name, lady.
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346. I still need to hear it.
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347. Sir Hunter, you persist.
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348. Perhaps angels have no names.
Only beautiful faces.
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349. And you are?
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350. I am, um...
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351. Have you forgotten?
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352. Or your name is Sir "Um."
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353. Ulrich von Lichtenstein
from Gelderland.
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354. I'd forget as well. What a mouthful.
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355. - Your armor, sir.
- What about it?
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356. How stylish of you to wear an antique.
You'll start a new fashion if you win.
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357. My grandfather will be able
to wear his in public again.
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358. And a shield. How quaint.
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359. Some of these poor country knights,
little better than peasants.
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360. —the second son...
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361. of Sir Wallace Percival,
third Earl of Warwick.
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362. My lords, my ladies...
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363. it is with honor
I introduce my liege...
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364. Sir Thomas Colville.
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365. You're good.
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366. You're very good.
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367. My lords...
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368. my ladies...
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369. and everybody else here
not sitting on a cushion...
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370. today...
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371. you find yourselves equals.
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372. For you are all equally blessed.
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373. For I have the pride...
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374. the privilege, nay, the pleasure...
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375. of introducing to you
a knight sired by knights.
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376. A knight who can trace
his lineage back...
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377. beyond Charlemagne.
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378. I first met him...
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379. atop a mountain near Jerusalem...
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380. praying to God...
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381. asking his forgiveness
for the Saracen blood...
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382. spilt by his sword.
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383. Next, he amazed me
still further in Italy...
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384. when he saved a fatherless
beauty...
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385. from the would-be ravishings
of her dreadful uncle.
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386. In Greece...
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387. he spent a year in silence...
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388. just to better understand
the sound...
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389. of a whisper.
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390. So without further gilding the lily
and with no more ado...
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391. I give to you
the Seeker of Serenity...
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392. Protector of Italian Virginity...
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393. the Enforcer of our Lord God,
the one, the only...
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394. Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein!
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395. Thank you! Thank you!
I'll be here all week.
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396. That was different.
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397. It's time we celebrated
our differences.
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398. Just maybe not in public.
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399. Yes, I'm well aware
a good fonging is on the way.
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400. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
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401. I got their attention.
You win their hearts.
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402. Very good.
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403. - Was she watching? Geoff.
- What?
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404. - Did she see me?
- Yes, she did.
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405. - Did she see me take the hit?
- Yes.
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406. - Was she concerned?
- Her eyes welled up. Just awful.
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407. Colville has perfect technique.
I've never seen him before.
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408. Nor I.
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409. But this Lichtenstein.
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410. His technique, rudimentary.
Style, nonexistent.
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411. Still, he's fearless.
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412. Fearless? How so?
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413. The slit in the visor is narrow,
but splinters can penetrate it.
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414. Most knights raise their chins
at the last instant.
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415. You lose sight of your opponent, but
protect your eyes. Ulrich doesn't.
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416. He keeps his eye on the target.
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417. A true hunter.
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418. Sir Ulrich...
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419. I'm through.
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420. But I've never not finished before.
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421. I wish to keep my honor intact.
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422. A draw. And Colville is hurt.
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423. Colville withdraws. Ulrich advances.
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424. Why didn't Ulrich finish him?
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425. He shows mercy.
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426. Then he shows his weakness.
That's all mercy is.
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427. For the love of victory, William,
go to sleep.
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428. I can't.
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429. Love has given me wings,
so I must fly.
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430. I can't explain it.
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431. - She makes me feel like a poet.
- You may feel like a poet...
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432. but you sound like an idiot.
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433. - You don't even know her name.
- Her name?
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434. Her name is Aphrodite.
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435. Calypso. Venus. Take your pick.
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436. Women weaken the heart.
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437. Without your heart, you cannot win.
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438. - But her eyes—
- Concentrate.
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439. Tansy cakes!
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440. Count Adhemar sends word.
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441. He said he will win
this tournament for you.
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442. He's won many. He wins them
for himself and his own honor.
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443. It's nothing to say
he wins them for me.
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444. He wishes to speak to you again.
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445. Not to hear a word I say.
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446. Adhemar wants his women silent.
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447. Would you have Sir Ulrich
win the tournament for you?
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448. No.
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449. And he is the only knight
who has not promised to do so.
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450. Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein.
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451. I would have him win my heart.
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452. Adhemar! Adhemar! Adhemar!
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453. Oh, lovely.
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454. I don't think I've ever seen
Count Adhemar lose.
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455. No, but defeat him
and you'll see it firsthand.
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456. My liege.
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457. Sir Ulrich.
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458. Christiana.
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459. - My lady bids you wear this token.
- Of course.
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460. She also said to tell you, her name...
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461. is Jocelyn.
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462. - Au revoir.
- Au revoir.
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463. Oh, Jocelyn.
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464. Concentrate.
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465. I can't breathe.
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466. No style whatsoever.
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467. But neither has an anvil.
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468. - He hits like a hammer. Amazing.
- But not perfect. He aims high.
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469. Roll your shoulder back,
his blow may go right.
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470. But if he strikes to my left,
I'll be obliterated.
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471. I didn't say it wasn't a gamble.
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472. Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich!
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473. William?
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474. William, here.
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475. Come here.
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476. Someday I'll be a knight.
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477. A thatcher's son? A knight?
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478. You might as well try
to change the stars.
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479. Can it be done, Father?
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480. - Can a man change the stars?
- Yes, William.
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481. If he believes enough,
a man can do anything.
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482. Come here.
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483. Gain more bearing, Ulrich.
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484. See me again when you're worthy.
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485. I'll fong you in the arse!
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486. Well done, my lord! Well done.
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487. - You bastard!
- Go and see to Ulrich.
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488. Go see to Ulrich.
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489. Well done, my lord.
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490. A noble victory.
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491. My lady, I believe this is yours.
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492. For long spear on foot...
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493. Pandolfo Malatesta.
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494. For sword on foot,
Ulrich von Lichtenstein.
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495. Finally, for the mounted joust
and tournament champion...
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496. Adhemar, Count of Anjou.
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497. Adhemar! Adhemar! Adhemar!
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498. I present to you your champions.
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499. Next time, you will look up
at me from the flat of your back.
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500. Please. You have been weighed,
you have been measured...
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501. Keep winning the sword.
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502. - I won't compete in it.
- It's your best.
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503. No. It's tournament champion
or nothing at all.
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504. Ten florins. That should do.
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505. Sixes and sevens tonight, Chaucer.
Do you feel lucky?
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506. - Have you enough clothes?
- Be gone. I'm done with you.
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507. Except to exact my revenge.
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508. What on earth could you
possibly do to us?
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509. I will eviscerate you in fiction.
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510. Every last pimple,
every last character flaw.
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511. I was naked for a day.
You will be naked for eternity.
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512. I have a feeling we shall meet again.
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513. Here, farris, take what we owe you.
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514. The armor you wear, it wasn't
made for you, was it?
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515. So?
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516. I could make armor you wouldn't
even know you wore it.
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517. What's the cost?
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518. Just take me as far as Paris.
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519. We travel alone.
Take your gold and go.
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520. - Get what you can. Let's pack.
- Why are we leaving so soon?
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521. The next tournament is in a week.
We can walk now and save the horse.
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522. You must go to the banquet.
You'll dance and make an appearance.
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523. Let Adhemar laugh at me again?
No!
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524. - Yes!
- No!
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525. My lady would know the color
of your lord's tunic tonight.
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526. - His tunic?
- Yes, so she can dress to match him.
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527. We regret to inform your lady
he won't be attending—
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528. - Herald, do not give my answers!
- Yes, my lord.
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529. Squire, answer her.
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530. What color is my tunic tonight?
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531. Green.
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532. Trimmed in a kind of...
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533. pale green...
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534. with...
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535. uh, wooden toggles.
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536. I will tell my lady.
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537. - This is a disaster!
- No, it'll tunic up quite nicely.
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538. That's not a disaster, Roland.
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539. I don't know how to dance.
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540. And one and two and three and four.
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541. Your hand should be light,
like a birdie on a branch.
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542. And one, two and three and four.
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543. And Wat doesn't lead,
he follows like a girl.
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544. And one and two and...
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545. twirly, twirly, twirly.
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546. And one and two, and you're
still getting it wrong.
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547. And one and two
and three and four.
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548. You can hit me all day
because you punch like a what?
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549. A girl.
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550. - Enough!
- Get back! Wat, quiet!
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551. - He starts it.
- You know he's touchy!
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552. Oh, and you can do better?
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553. - Of course.
- Then show us.
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554. No.
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555. If I'm making all this effort,
you'd best ask her nicely.
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556. I'm sorry, Kate.
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557. I was wondering if you'd care
to show us how to dance.
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558. - Please.
- Please.
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559. And one and two, three and four.
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560. Five, six, seven, change partners.
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561. And one, two, three, four...
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562. five, six, seven.
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563. Polonaise. And one...
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564. Are you wearing your hair like that?
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565. Is there another way?
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566. Sir Ulrich, you look fantastic.
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567. Jocelyn, you look...
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568. Uh, you...
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569. remind me of the Bible.
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570. When God stopped the sun to give
Joshua time to defeat the Amorites.
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571. I don't understand.
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572. If I could ask God one thing...
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573. it would be to stop the moon.
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574. Stop the moon and make this night...
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575. and your beauty...
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576. last forever.
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577. What dance will you have? A coranto?
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578. Or a basse dance?
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579. Sir Ulrich.
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580. Why don't you show us a dance
of your country?
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581. Show us a dance of Gelderland.
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582. Yes. Gelderland.
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583. Well, it's a lot like the farandole...
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584. but with some differences.
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585. Well, you bow.
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586. And...
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587. and...
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588. Places. Places.
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589. What?
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590. - I don't know. Too small, too light.
- He'll be crushed. Killed.
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591. No. I found a new way to heat steel.
It's thinner, smaller...
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592. but just as strong.
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593. What are these?
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594. The marks of my trade should
another knight admire the armor.
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595. Twist and bend. Feel the movement.
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596. - But eventually I will be struck.
- And then death.
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597. Do you at least have the courage
to test it?
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598. You okay?
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599. I didn't feel a thing.
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600. - Who's that knight?
- Piers Courtenay.
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601. He's raised taxes on his land 3 times
this year to pay for tournament.
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602. His people starve while
he sits at banquet.
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603. It's probably true.
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604. Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich!
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605. Ulrich von Lichtenstein.
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606. The Count Adhemar...
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607. son of Philippe de Vitry...
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608. son of Gilles...
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609. master of the free companies...
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610. defender of his enormous manhood...
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611. a shining example of chivalry...
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612. and champagne.
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613. Nice work!
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614. Bravo!
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615. Watch every move Adhemar makes.
We'll find a weakness.
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616. Well, Colville looks fit.
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617. —my liege...
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618. the second son of
Sir Wallace Percival.
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619. It is my deepest honor—
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620. My deepest honor to present to you...
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621. It's Edward, my lord.
They're sure of it.
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622. —the illustrious Sir Thomas Colville!
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623. Adhemar withdrew.
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624. To withdraw like that means one thing.
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625. Royalty.
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626. I'll see what I can find out.
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627. Prepare to drop the flag.
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628. No, no. Not yet. Wait, listen.
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629. Musicians, announce.
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630. - I must speak with my lord.
- Then go.
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631. See if you can beat the Second Coming.
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632. Wait! Wait!
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633. Colville is Edward, the Black
Prince, future king of England.
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634. He's in disguise like me
so he can compete.
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635. He's never met an enemy without
victory or town he couldn't defeat.
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636. We're English! We know who he is!
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637. - You must withdraw. Tell them, Geoff.
- Absolutely!
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638. The lance.
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639. Give me the lance.
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640. Lance!
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641. Oh, my giddy aunt.
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642. The match is a draw.
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643. You mad? You endanger
a royal family member.
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644. He endangers himself.
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645. Well fought, Sir Ulrich, as in Rouen.
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646. You also, Prince Edward.
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647. You knew me?
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648. And still you rode?
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649. - It's not in me to withdraw.
- No. Nor me.
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650. Though it happens.
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651. Yes, it does.
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652. - Good luck to you.
- You also.
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653. The winner of the mounted joust and
tournament champion...
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654. Ulrich von Lichtenstein.
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655. - Melt it, sell it, do whatever you do.
- Yes, Your Majesty.
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656. You're champion!
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657. I'm not champion until
I defeat Adhemar. He withdrew.
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658. Sir Ulrich.
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659. - Tell me what you'll wear tonight.
- Nothing.
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660. We'll cause a sensation,
for I'll dress to match.
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661. Don't you get tired
of putting on clothes?
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662. She's talking about taking them off.
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663. A flower is only as good
as its petals, no?
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664. A flower is good for nothing.
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665. Really?
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666. You can't eat a flower.
It doesn't keep you warm.
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667. And a rose never knocked
a man off a horse either, did it?
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668. You're just a silly girl, aren't you?
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669. Better a silly girl with a flower than
a silly boy with a horse and stick.
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670. Goodbye.
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671. It's called a lance.
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672. Hello.
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673. - I have word.
- What?
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674. Adhemar was called back
to the free companies.
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675. First Jocelyn and now Adhemar.
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676. Well done.
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677. Yeah, well done.
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678. The tournament results, my lord.
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679. Ulrich.
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680. Ulrich.
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681. Ulrich.
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682. - Geoff.
- William.
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683. I need to write a letter.
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684. "Dear Jocelyn." No.
"My dearest Jocelyn."
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685. Better.
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686. "I miss you."
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687. Was that wrong?
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688. Well, it's up to you, really.
It's your funeral, I mean, letter.
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689. - Say something about her breasts.
- You miss them.
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690. Her breasts?
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691. Yes, you could, but I would tend
to look above her breasts.
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692. I miss her throat?
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693. Still higher. Towards the heavens.
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694. The moon. Her breasts
weren't that impressive.
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695. The moon? The moon.
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696. "It is strange to think...
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697. I have not seen you in a month.
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698. I have seen the new moon, but not you.
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699. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but
nothing of your beautiful face."
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700. That's very good.
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701. I knew this girl once who...
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702. She broke my heart.
I said the pieces—
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703. "The pieces of my broken heart can
pass through the eye of a needle. "
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704. He writes as though I had died.
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705. Yes, madame. He dies as well.
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706. She used to cook for the Duke of York.
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707. I miss her like the sun
misses the flower.
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708. "I miss you like the sun
misses the flower.
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709. Like the sun misses the flower
in the depths of winter.
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710. Instead of beauty to direct
its light to...
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711. the heart hardens like the frozen
world your absence has sent me to."
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712. "I next compete in Paris.
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713. I'll find it empty and cold
if you're not there."
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714. I like it.
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715. And now, to finish it.
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716. With "hope."
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717. Love should end with hope.
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718. My husband, God rest him...
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719. said something I'll never forget.
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720. "Hope guides me. It—"
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721. "It gets me through the day and
especially the night.
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722. The hope that after you
leave my sight...
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723. it will not be the last time
I look upon you."
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724. Finish it with:
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725. "With all the love
that I possess... William."
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726. You mean "Ulrich."
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727. "With all the love I possess...
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728. I remain yours...
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729. the knight of your heart."
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730. My master hoped you might have
something to send him in return.
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731. Cock-a-doodle once! I shall not deny
him. Twice! I shall not. Thrice!
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732. I deny him.
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733. Thrice he denied him!
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734. No Adhemar.
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735. No Adhemar.
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736. Wat.
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737. Tell me, did you see her?
Did she read the letter?
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738. Yes, and yes.
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739. And?
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740. She's coming to Paris!
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741. Did she give you anything for me in
return? A letter? A token?
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742. Did she give me a token? She did.
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743. Uh, I mean, um...
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744. Well, what is it? Give it to me.
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745. Yes!
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746. Hell, yes!
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747. She— Because she's—
That means she— Yeah!
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748. Cinquante.
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749. That's a nice round number.
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750. Excuse-moi.
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751. They wager that a Frenchman, not
Sir Ulrich, will win the tournament.
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752. But the amount is 50 florins.
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753. - That's all we got.
- If we had 60, it would be that.
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754. Ulrich against every Frenchman here?
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755. He's won four tournaments in a row.
And Adhemar isn't here.
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756. I check shields too.
John Beaumont's here.
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757. Count Theobald, Philip of Burgundy—
all French champions.
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758. Englishmen will not win...
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759. this French tournament.
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760. English legs are unsteady
on French soil.
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761. Shut your mouth, all right?
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762. Come on, Roland. It's a good bet.
Win and I can buy my own tavern.
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763. - I could write full-time.
- A forge for me.
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764. And because French wine
is too much for English bellies.
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765. All I want is to go home, and I've
enough for that trip a hundred times.
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766. And most importantly, because
the pope himself is French!
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767. The pope may be French,
but Jesus is English. You're on.
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768. He won't lose with the princess
watching him.
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769. He's blond! He's pissed!
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770. He'll see you in the lists!
Lichtenstein! Lichtenstein!
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771. He's blond! He's tan!
He comes from Gelderland!
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772. He comes from Gelderland!
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773. Gelderland!
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774. - You think he will come?
- As sure as the sun will rise.
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775. You favor cathedrals.
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776. I come for confession.
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777. And the glass.
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778. A riot of color in a dreary,
gray world.
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779. Don't you think?
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780. It's beautiful.
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781. I feel the same about
the letter you sent.
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782. Speak to me.
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783. Speak those words.
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784. I will win this tournament for you.
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785. Excuse me?
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786. I'll win this tournament in your name.
I'll defeat each knight for you.
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787. Your beauty will be reflected in the
power of my arm and my horse's flanks.
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788. Wow.
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789. Really?
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790. Really? Its flanks?
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791. I wish to hear poetry, Ulrich.
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792. Well, I'm not ready.
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793. I am. Why must everything for
a woman be run on a man's schedule?
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794. Well, a man's day is fuller, and...
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795. he has more demands on his time.
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796. - Is that so?
- Yes.
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797. Maybe.
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798. No?
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799. I demand poetry...
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800. and when I want it.
And I want it now.
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801. Your breasts...
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802. they're below your throat...
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803. Jocelyn, how may I prove
my love to you? How?
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804. - Do you ask in earnest?
- Yes.
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805. If you would prove your love...
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806. - ... do your worst.
- My worst?
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807. What do you mean?
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808. Instead of winning to honor me
with your high reputation...
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809. act against your character
and do badly.
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810. - Do badly?
- Lose.
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811. Losing proves that I'm a loser.
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812. Wrong. Losing is a much keener
test of your love.
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813. Losing would contradict
your self-love.
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814. It would show obedience
to your lover and not yourself!
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815. - Really?
- Woman, shh!
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816. Do not "shh" me and spare him!
Now be gone! Go!
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817. What is your answer?
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818. I will not lose.
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819. Then you do not love me.
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820. The Protector of Italian Virginity...
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821. the Lance that thrilled France...
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822. the Harasser of Paraser!
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823. He gave them hell at La Rochelle!
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824. The Enforcer of our Lord God!
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825. The one, the only...
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826. Sir Ulrich...
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827. von Lichtenstein!
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828. God, I'm good!
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829. His horse's flanks.
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830. Maybe where he comes from,
it means love.
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831. - Losing.
- I don't understand.
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832. He loves me.
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833. Are you blind?
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834. - Did you see the flag?
- I saw it, okay?
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835. I know.
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836. You're dropping behind
for a more dramatic victory.
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837. Look, Jocelyn told me to lose
to prove my love.
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838. - I'd rather you were blind.
- Don't be foolish, Will.
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839. - Each woman wants proof, that's all.
- Proof of what?
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840. Her legs weren't uncrossed
for nothing.
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841. - I haven't uncrossed her legs.
- Then why are we doing this?
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842. Because!
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843. Because...
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844. I love her.
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845. - I'm going to lose everything!
- That's why it's called gambling.
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846. Pain! Here's your pain!
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847. It's very romantic, though.
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848. Are you a woman or a blacksmith?
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849. Sometimes I'm both.
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850. Ooh, that chafes!
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851. Put him down.
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852. No knight has distanced himself
with victories.
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853. If you win your remaining matches
and your opponents take key losses...
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854. you could make the semis,
or the finals.
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855. - At least the armor's proven itself.
- And your love?
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856. Have you proven that?
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857. Wat, you remember church as a boy.
The fear, the passion.
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858. That's what she makes me feel.
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859. And for that, I say my rosary
to Jocelyn and no one else.
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860. William, that's blasphemous.
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861. Then may I burn in hell.
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862. Withdraw.
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863. Lose that way.
Take no more punishment.
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864. Oh, Roland.
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865. My lady sends this message.
If you love her—
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866. I know, I know. I must lose.
Isn't she watching?
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867. She says if you love her,
you won't lose again.
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868. She says if you love her,
you will win this tournament.
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869. There she is, the embodiment of love.
Your Venus.
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870. And how I hate her.
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871. - I don't understand women.
- Nor do I, but they understand us.
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872. Maybe not you.
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873. Yes!
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874. Women, eh?
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875. Forty-eight...
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876. forty-nine...
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877. and fifty.
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878. Thank you, gentlemen.
A pleasure doing business with you.
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879. Look us up if you're in London,
the world championships, maybe.
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880. Don't look too sad.
Here, have a drink on me.
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881. He's quick, he's funny and
makes lots of money, Lichtenstein!
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882. Guinevere comes to Lancelot.
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883. Bed him well, my lady.
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884. Bed him well.
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885. We missed you at banquet.
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886. "We"?
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887. I.
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888. Jocelyn.
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889. Your prize.
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890. My prize.
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891. I am not worthy of a prize.
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892. Then who is?
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893. My maid tells me that
sometimes your varlets...
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894. call you William.
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895. Is this so, Sir Ulrich?
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896. Yes.
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897. It is so.
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898. Your name makes no matter to me.
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899. Just so I can call you my own.
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900. But Jocelyn, I am your own.
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901. Damn, girl.
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902. You need a surgeon.
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903. He's been. He says I will live,
though it doesn't feel that way.
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904. Oh, William. This pain is my doing.
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905. Yes, it is.
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906. Although...
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907. my father...
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908. taught me to take the bad...
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909. with the good.
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910. This good you speak of.
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911. It will be my doing as well.
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912. How long since any of you have been
back? I've only been gone 6 months.
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913. Two years for me.
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914. Three years.
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915. Five. Five long years.
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916. William?
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917. Twelve.
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918. Twelve years.
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919. He's to be an apprentice?
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920. How long for?
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921. Seven years.
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922. Sir Ector?
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923. I'm the thatcher. I spoke to you
outside London Stadium.
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924. Oh, yes. I remember.
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925. Is this the boy?
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926. Step forward, son. Let me look at you.
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927. Careful with that, Roland!
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928. Are you afraid of me, boy?
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929. Have you got most of your teeth?
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930. Show me your arm. Is it strong?
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931. Well, he's a half-starved little
scarecrow.
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932. But he has spirit.
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933. I can show you a great wide world
full of adventure...
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934. and marvels you
do not yet dream of.
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935. Can you pack my horse and lead it?
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936. Well, come on.
Say goodbye to your father.
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937. He's a real knight, William.
Watch and learn all you can.
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938. It's all I can do for you, son.
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939. Now go change your stars
and live a better life than I have.
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940. Roland, show the boy his duties.
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941. - Father? I'm afraid.
- Of what?
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942. I won't know the way home.
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943. Don't be foolish, William.
You just follow your feet.
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944. London.
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945. Give us a shout out, London!
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946. Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich!
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947. - Adhemar's here. He's entered.
- Must have grown bored with war.
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948. No, the Black Prince commanded it.
He had to disband his army.
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949. They were reveling,
pillaging town after town.
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950. Robbing, murdering,
ransacking churches.
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951. Committing the oldest sins
in the newest ways.
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952. At last we will face each other again,
Sir Ulrich.
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953. And at the World Championship.
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954. And as I promised you before...
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955. you will look up at me
from the flat of your back.
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956. Let the past die.
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957. You've done well in my absence,
on the field and off, I'm told.
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958. Winning trophies, horses, women.
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959. You put them in that order?
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960. Generally, with a few exceptions.
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961. Beautiful, isn't she?
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962. A real thoroughbred trophy,
don't you think?
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963. - You speak of her like a target.
- Isn't she?
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964. No.
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965. She is the arrow.
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966. I've begun negotiations
with her father.
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967. I'm to make her my bride.
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968. She'll be saddled...
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969. and placed on my mantle.
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970. Target or arrow, it doesn't matter.
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971. I will have her.
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972. Ulrich! Ulrich! Ulrich!
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973. But on a horse? With a lance?
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974. That man is unbeatable.
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975. Hello there.
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976. - You're Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein.
- Yes.
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977. You're my favorite knight.
When we joust, I always say I'm you.
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978. What are you doing in Cheapside?
There's no parade today.
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979. Can you keep a secret?
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980. I was born in Cheapside,
just around the corner there.
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981. I only live just there.
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982. How old are you?
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983. - Nine and one half.
- Nine and one half.
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984. I wonder if you remember a man,
though he may have died long ago.
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985. He was as tall as a knight.
His name was John Thatcher.
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986. - Of course I remember him.
- You do?
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987. Yes. He lives there still.
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988. Sometimes we see him sitting
at the window, but no one knows why.
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989. What do you mean?
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990. He's blind, sir.
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991. Is someone there?
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992. If you're here for the net,
I'm not done yet. Come tomorrow.
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993. Who are you?
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994. A knight.
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995. My name... is Ulrich.
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996. Ulrich? I hear that name
being chanted from the stadium.
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997. What business have you here?
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998. I have word, Master Thatcher.
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999. Word of your son.
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1000. Of my William? Well, come in, sir.
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1001. What word? Does he live?
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1002. Aye. He lives.
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1003. He is very well.
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1004. He wanted you to know...
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1005. that he changed his stars
after all.
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1006. And has he followed his feet?
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1007. Has he found his way home at last?
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1008. Yes.
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1009. Father.
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1010. Oh, William. Oh, my boy.
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1011. I should like to meet this Wat.
And Roland too.
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1012. You will, Father.
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1013. And what of women?
Is there a certain one or many?
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1014. There is a certain one.
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1015. I should like to meet her too.
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1016. This leak won't do, Father.
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1017. - Not in a thatcher's chamber.
- It's quite fitting for a blind one.
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1018. Well, a thatcher I am.
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1019. I'll fix it.
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1020. Alive. I thought he was dead,
which is mad...
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1021. Alive. I thought he was dead,
which is mad...
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1022. because he was also so strong.
Very strong.
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1023. - Geoff.
- Jocelyn.
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1024. This day just gets better and better.
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1025. Somebody die?
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1026. Sir Ulrich von Lichtenstein.
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1027. Adhemar...
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1028. followed you last night.
To Cheapside.
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1029. He saw your father.
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1030. Will, they asked me for your patents.
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1031. They're waiting for you
in the lists to arrest you.
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1032. A dozen royal guards.
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1033. - They'll put you in the stocks.
- But I face Adhemar in five minutes.
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1034. No, you forfeit.
They've already marked it down.
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1035. Saddle the horses.
They can arrest your baggage, not you.
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1036. Halt.
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1037. So, what do you think...
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1038. now that you know what I am?
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1039. To know what you are, William,
would take a lifetime.
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1040. One I am willing to give.
But now you must run.
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1041. Run, and I will run with you.
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1042. Jocelyn, I cannot run.
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1043. I am a knight, and I will
put myself to the hazard!
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1044. In your heart, not on paper.
And paper's what matters to them!
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1045. William, I love you.
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1046. I love you. You.
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1047. - I won't see you led to the stocks.
- But you'll see me run? No!
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1048. Damn your pride, William.
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1049. It is only you that
will not see you run.
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1050. Pride's the one thing they can't take!
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1051. But they can take it from you.
They can and they will.
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1052. Oh, they will.
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1053. But love they cannot take.
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1054. And where will we live?
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1055. In my hovel?
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1056. - With the pigs inside in winter?
- Yes, William, with the pigs.
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1057. With the pigs.
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1058. The poor can marry for love.
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1059. Jocelyn, you speak of what
you do not know!
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1060. William, I beg you.
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1061. Please.
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1062. Run. Do it for love.
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1063. Roland, you would see me run?
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1064. And you, Geoff?
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1065. I wish it too, with all
the pieces of my heart.
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1066. Wat? You and I? We aren't runners.
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1067. Yes.
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1068. William, today we are.
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1069. Run, William.
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1070. I will not run!
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1071. I am a knight.
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1072. Well, boys...
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1073. all good things must come to an end.
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1074. Let's end them together.
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1075. You will remove yourself
from this position of honor.
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1076. I am here to compete.
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1077. You are here to be arrested.
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1078. All right!
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1079. He that strives to touch a star...
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1080. oft stumbles...
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1081. at a simple straw.
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1082. You have been weighed.
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1083. You have been measured.
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1084. And you have been found wanting.
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1085. It's one loss or another... William.
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1086. In what world could you
have ever beaten me?
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1087. Leave, Roland.
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1088. Let them have me.
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1089. God love you, William.
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1090. So do I.
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1091. Go! Disperse!
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1092. Or I will fong you!
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1093. the Virgin Mary are my witnesses,
I will fong you!
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1094. I will rip you! Fist! Pain!
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1095. I'll stick my fist and break you!
Pain! Lots of pain!
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1096. We're in trouble.
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1097. Listen to me.
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1098. Listen to me!
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1099. What a pair we make, huh?
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1100. Both trying to hide who we are.
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1101. Both unable to do so.
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1102. Your men love you.
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1103. If I knew nothing else about you,
that would be enough.
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1104. But you also tilt
when you should withdraw.
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1105. That is knightly too.
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1106. Release him.
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1107. He may appear to be
of humble origins...
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1108. but my personal historians
have discovered...
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1109. that he descends
from an ancient royal line.
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1110. This is my word.
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1111. And as such, is beyond contestation.
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1112. Now...
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1113. if I may repay the kindness
you once showed me.
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1114. Take a knee.
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1115. By the power vested in me
by my father, King Edward...
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1116. and by all the witnesses here...
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1117. I dub thee...
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1118. Sir William.
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1119. Arise... Sir William.
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1120. Can you joust?
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1121. There's my tournament to finish.
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1122. Now, are you fit to compete,
or shall the forfeit stand?
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1123. I'm fit.
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1124. At once.
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1125. Thank you, my lord.
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1126. All hail Prince Edward!
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1127. My lords, my ladies...
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1128. and all you other people.
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1129. I give you the son of Philippe
de Vitry, son of Gilles...
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1130. - Are you sure?
- Yes.
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1131. It's nothing but spun sugar
and boot black.
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1132. It's a small target...
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1133. but aim for his heart.
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1134. —doer of daring deeds...
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1135. conqueror of countless kingdoms,
Count...
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1136. Adhemar!
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1137. Oh, God. I'll get the surgeon.
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1138. Roland!
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1139. You're the surgeon.
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1140. Come on.
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1141. Kate, get me back to one.
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1142. Otherwise we forfeit.
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1143. Dirty son of a bitch!
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1144. Kate, I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
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1145. As I said, thatcher.
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1146. In what world could you
have ever beaten me?
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1147. Such a place does not exist.
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1148. She's here.
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1149. Change your stars.
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1150. Let's dance, you and I.
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1151. It's two lances to none.
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1152. You must unhorse him or kill him.
It's the only way to win.
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1153. - You need more padding.
- No, leave it off.
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1154. I can't breathe with it on.
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1155. Lance.
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1156. I can barely grip it.
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1157. Damn.
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1158. Lash it to my arm.
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1159. Wat...
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1160. lash it to me arm.
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1161. Good people!
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1162. I missed my introduction!
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1163. But please...
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1164. please, I pray you.
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1165. Hear it now.
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1166. For I would lay rest...
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1167. the grace in my tongue...
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1168. and speak plain.
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1169. Days like these...
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1170. are far too rare to cheapen
with heavy-handed words.
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1171. And so, I'm afraid,
without any ado whatsoever—
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1172. Excuse me, my lord.
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1173. Here he is! One of your own!
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1174. and here before you now.
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1175. The son of John Thatcher...
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1176. Sir William Thatcher!
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1177. That's your name.
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1178. Sir William Thatcher.
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1179. Your father heard that.
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1180. Godspeed, William.
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1181. William!
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1182. You have been weighed.
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1183. You've been measured.
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1184. And you absolutely...
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1185. have been found wanting.
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1186. Welcome to the new world.
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1187. God save you, if it is right
that he should do so.
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1188. William!
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1189. Yes!
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1190. He's won! He's won!
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1191. You beat him, Will!
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1192. Oh, William.
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1193. I'm going to write this story.
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1194. About the prince and the knights?
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1195. No, all of it. All human activity
lies within the artist's scope.
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1196. Maybe not yours.
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