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[C.Tenheim:] Enjoining the evening? |
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[Scoria:] Count Tenheim. I Presume? |
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[C.Tenheim:] At your service my lord...? |
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[Scoria:] You may call me Scoria. I've been watching you dance with young baroness Prudence, such |
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A...lovely creature |
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[C.Tenheim:] Yes, unfortunately her loveliness is owned by someone rude enough not to even appear |
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With her. Even in such pleasant masquerades as tonight. |
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[Scoria:] Well some do not simply have the proper out bringing to attend this kind of pleasures |
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[C.Tenheim:] Apparently so, lord Scoria. it may be the spanish way to raise sails and let the beauty |
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Wither ashore. |
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[Scoria:] Look at her amongst all this joy, mourning and sighing. Wouldn't you like to set those sad |
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Longing eyes aflame again? To have her and afterwards kiss that swanlike neck goodnight? |
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[C.Tenheim:] I...I Beg your pardon, my lord |
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[Scoria:] Do not insult me with petty morality, dear count. I know exactly how desperately you thirst |
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After her. With how much anguish you envy that halfbreed Antracon for owning her loyalty. |
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[C.Tenheim:] If only I could open her eyes from that blindness. |
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[Scoria:] I think we have a way to remedy that. |
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[C.Tenheim:] Dear sir. are you suggesting that I would do the dirty deed of yours... of god only |
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Knows what intentions? |
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[Scoria:] My intentions. Are merely of setting her free of that endless longing. I'm not asking you |
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To do anything, but to follow your own desires. Few words from a loyal servant of your's will do. |
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[C.Tenheim:] Few words. From my servant? |
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[Scoria:] Just a word placed in the ear of Antracon's crew. He's ship, "Providence", is due to |
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Southampton within few weeks. When it arrives we can perhaps put one of your servants on the |
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Payroll all we need is few words, like count Tenheim has... |
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[II) FALSE TIDINGS] |
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[Lawes:]...Slept with young baroness Prudence. |
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[Hickson:] Aye! You watch your mouth gadgie. I can't believe it out off her |
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[Lawes:] That's the bleeding bloody honest truth. By god. Mind you. She is the bleeding fiance of the |
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Owner of this ship and all. Didn't stop the mockers or banging her sheets with sir tenheim now did |
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It? No no... |
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[Hickson:] Bloody hell...young sir Antracon ain't gonna be at all happy when he'll hear about it... |
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[III) AT THE INN] |
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[Antracon:]...I just can not believe it |
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[Hickson:] Well that's what I heard. And the gadgie works for the count and all. Well, we better be |
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Off to London sir. If we are going to be there in decent time. |
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[Antracon:] No...Hickson wait...I am going to stay here at the inn for a while. Would you arrange a |
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Room for me? |
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[Hickson:] You're sure sir? Ah mean. Right, you never kin with this stuff. Never kin with the ladies, |
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Tell you that for nothing sir. |
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[Antracon:] No...she deserved something better... It's all my doing. Being away and low breed. All my |
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Doing... |