Racconti di Canterbury, I
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1:32:01
Drunkenness is the root
of evil, you drunks

1:32:05
Your face is putrid, your breath
is rancid and your embrace foul

1:32:10
Why aren't you all like Samson?
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Read the Bible, Samson
never touched a drop of wine

1:32:17
Rufus, go and piss on your whore's head
1:32:25
I've preached against gluttony,
now I warn you about gambling

1:32:31
Gambling is the father
of lies and trickery...

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...the father of
blasphemy against Christ

1:32:39
A prince who gambles loses
respect, his prestige as a ruler

1:33:14
Who's dead?
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Go and ask whose corpse it is
1:33:19
No need, sirs, he was
an old friend of yours

1:33:25
He was killed this night,
sitting dead drunk on a bench

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A thief called Death came and
split his heart with a lance

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He left without a word
1:33:38
This Death, is he so dangerous?
1:33:41
I'll seek him out. We three are
brothers, we'll avenge our friend

1:33:46
Brothers of the flesh
1:33:53
Get your knives out, we must
find the man who killed our friend


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