:10:37
Cut him down!
:10:41
Go on.
:10:58
Yeah!
:10:59
Ladies and gentlemen,
the winner of the contest is Guthrie!
:11:05
Montrose, come hotfoot
from the court to the cockpit.
:11:09
May I present Archibald Cunningham.
:11:12
His Grace, the Duke of Argyll.
:11:14
I am Your Grace's humble servant.
:11:18
Another of your likely lads?
:11:21
Archibald is sent me by his mother
:11:23
in the hope that our climate
might cool the fever in his blood.
:11:27
So, Mr Cunningham,
:11:28
what are these principal sins
that distress your mother?
:11:32
Dice? Drink?
:11:35
Or are you a buggerer of boys?
:11:37
It is years, Your Grace,
since I buggered a boy.
:11:40
And in my own defence,
I thought him a girl
:11:42
at the moment of entry.
:11:44
What say you, Guthrie,
:11:46
that Archie
could not tell arse from quim?
:11:49
Many Englishmen
have that same difficulty.
:11:52
Oh, spoken as well as you fought.
:11:54
Did you see Guthrie here at work,
Mr Cunningham?
:11:57
He has a fair hand with the cleaver.
:11:59
You do not think much
of our highland tools, then?