:51:22
Your Lordship,
:51:24
the Duke of Argyll this way comes.
:51:29
John, you look like a man
who means to play hard.
:51:34
Do not presume to speak
above your station, sir!
:51:37
I will have my rank from you!
:51:41
Your Grace.
:51:43
I have word from Court
that you're saying I'm a Jacobite,
:51:46
as one who would rise for the Stuart
should he land here to claim the throne.
:51:52
Great men such as yourself
:51:54
draw rumours as shite draws flies.
:51:57
You are the shite, Montrose,
:51:59
and the flies upon it!
:52:00
For all the flowers
in your great gardens,
:52:03
I know you in my nose.
:52:06
Keep your stink off my name,
:52:08
or by God, I will clip you
as close as one of your gelded trees,
:52:12
and this carrion you keep
will not come between us!
:52:20
What pride to use
a fellow peer in public so!
:52:24
Damn his pride!
:52:30
Forgive me.
:52:33
Damn His Grace's pride.
:52:51
Why is it so beyond your belief
:52:53
that he might have yielded
to the sight of all that money?
:52:56
Unguarded, unasked, but there
:52:58
a lifetime's wages in a bag.