Rob Roy
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Baa!
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My mother could come no nearer
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than three candidates for my paternity.
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The Earl of Rutland.
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Now, there's a name for a whore master.
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A secretary to the Spanish Ambassador
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whose name she hazarded as Ferdinando
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and some young buck she never saw
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who raised her skirts
at the masked ball.

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He ravished her?!
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I would put it no higher
than surprised.

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Archie, take me with you.
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Wherever.
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Whatever.
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Take me away with you.
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I am away, Betty,
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and God help me,
this is where I've landed.

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You think me a gentleman
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because I have linen
and can manage a "lisp".

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I am but a bastard abroad,
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seeking my fortune
and the favours of great men,

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as big a whore as my mother ever was.
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I'm pregnant by you, Archie.
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Well.
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When it asks for its father's name,
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at least you'll have it to give.
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Mr Cunningham, it's me... Killearn.
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A word with you.
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Don't let him see me.
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You are a carbuncle
on this arse of a country.

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And if you ever inform against me
to His Lordship again,

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I'll squeeze the pus out of you
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with my bare hands.
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My, Archie,

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