Man of La Mancha
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- Of the Woeful Countenance
- Hail, Knight

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- Of the Woeful Countenance
- Hail, Knight

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Of the Woeful Countenance
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Hail, Knight
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Hail, Knight
of the Woeful Countenance

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Knight
of the Woeful Countenance

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Wherever you go
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People will know
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Of the glorious deeds
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Of the Knight of the Woeful
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Countenance
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I thank you.
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Well, Sir Knight,
I am going to bed.

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And I advise you to do the same.
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Knight
of the Woeful Countenance.

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It's a beautiful name.
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Come, Your Grace.
Let's get you to bed.

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Not yet, Sancho.
I owe something to my enemies.

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- That account's been paid.
- Not yet, milady.

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- What?
- Nobility demands.

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It does?
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Yes.
Therefore I will go to them.

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I'll go. I'll minister.
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There is no need.
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They were my enemies, too.
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Oh, blessed one.
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Come, Your Grace.
Let's get you to bed.

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Sancho, I do envy my enemies.
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Your Grace, you're tired.
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No, Sancho, I feel quite well.
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Your Grace, many a man...
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has gone to bed in the evening
feeling well...

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only to wake up in the morning
and find himself dead.

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- That's a proverb.
- Yes, Your Grace.

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- I don't approve of them.
- I know, Your Grace.

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What in hell
do you think you're doing?

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I'm going to minister
to your wounds.

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- You're what?
- Nobility demands.

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Turn over, you foxy goat!

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