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Milady! This is not seemly.
:49:03
On your knees to me?
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- But, My Lord, you're not well.
- Not well?
:49:08
What is sickness
to the body of a knight-errant?
:49:12
What matter wounds?
For each time he falls...
:49:15
he will rise again...
and woe to the wicked!
:49:20
- Sancho?
- Here, Your Grace!
:49:22
- My armor, my sword!
- More misadventures!
:49:26
Adventures, old friend!
:49:29
Oh, the trumpets of glory
:49:32
Now call me to rise
:49:34
Yes, the trumpets
are calling to me
:49:39
And wherever I ride
:49:41
Ever staunch at my side
:49:44
My squire and my lady will be
:49:49
I am I, Don Quixote
:49:52
The Lord of La Mancha
:49:55
Our destiny calls, and we go
:49:59
And the wild winds of fortune
:50:02
Will carry us onward
:50:04
Whithersoever they blow
:50:10
Whithersoever they blow
:50:15
Onward to glory we go
:50:20
Master!
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- Master!
- Uncle!
:50:26
Master.
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My Lord.