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:12:02
If I had to kill an ox, a claymore
would be my first choice, Your Grace.

:12:09
You best use a musket
:12:11
and save the beast a slow dying.
:12:14
I would not need
a musket for "you", Guthrie.

:12:17
Oh, splendid!
:12:19
I'll wager 100 of what you like
:12:21
on Guthrie and his cleaver.
:12:23
At odds?
:12:24
Now, come, James,
you're a fox. What odds?

:12:27
- Three?
- Two.

:12:29
English pounds.
:12:30
There's more of a jingle to guineas.
:12:33
- Ah, guineas it is.
- Excellent, excellent.

:12:36
A bumper of rhenish
for my Lord Montrose

:12:39
And show Mr Cunningham
what blades we have.

:12:48
You honour me, sir,
to serve me with your own hand.

:12:52
I tell you, James,
:12:54
I forget how much you dislike me
until I'm in your presence.

:12:58
So, what news at Court?
:13:01
What else but the succession?
:13:03
Our poor Queen cannot find
the time to die in peace.

:13:06
I fear she may pass over
and leave the matter unresolved.

:13:10
Would that she had seen a child live
to comfort the kingdom.

:13:13
One might have hoped that
a field so often ploughed

:13:17
Might have yielded one good crop.
:13:19
In truth, I have seen
healthier graveyards

:13:22
Than that woman's womb.
:13:50
Come on!
:13:59
I am asked on what side
Your Grace will declare himself.


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