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my manners.

To you, Sir Hew.

And to the lad and me having

a safe voyage home.

(gulping loudly)

(hiccups)

Oh.

I hope your cellar boasts

as good as this,

Mr. Hornblower.

My cellar?

On your ship.

You have to keep

your passengers happy,

don't you?

Passengers, Your Grace?

You have been given

the honor, Mr. Hornblower

of bearing her grace

back to England.

Yes.

Yes, you sail

with one of England's

luckiest captains, Your Grace.

Oh, why?

Because he's got to cart me

back to England?

(laughter)

Yes, that too, yes.

But while England's pride

the great ships of the line

and her frigates

were beating

up and down these coasts

searching for the Spaniards

and finding nothing

but pilchards

Mr. Hornblower here puts into

shore with a couple of men

and takes a French ship,

her captain

and the entire crew...

with the exception of those

he put to the sword, of course.

I had many more than

a couple of men, Your Grace.

(appreciative murmuring)

(whispers):

Look at that.

Dalrymple:

Mr. Hornblower.

You have the chef's masterpiece,

I believe.

Be so good as to carve it.

Ooh, it's suffered enough,

Mr. H.

You don't have to

kill it again.

(laughter)

(bell rings)

He's a lucky dog,

that Hornblower, eh?

He'll be tucking

into the capons,

roast beef, plum duff.

Don't you envy him,

Mr. Hunter?

No, sir.

Beef and biscuits does me fine.

You, uh, sail

with Mr. Hornblower

tomorrow, do you not?

Yes, sir.

It goes without saying

that he can depend on

your wholehearted support.

I am the King's man, sir.

I follow my captain's orders.

Duchess:

Yes, I was stuck

In Florence

when the French marched in,

Sir Edward.

So, I made my way

to Leghorn

bribed a coaster

to bring me here

and then, uh, well,

bullied Sir Hew here

into getting me

a passage home.

I hear the, uh, statuary

in Florence

is very fine, Your Grace.

Somewhat naked,

but very fine indeed.

Oh, statuary, my arse,

Sir Edward.

I were there for my

late husband's business.

Keep those pesky Florentinos

in line.

You see, the Duke

of Wharfedale owned mills

and my father

usd to manage them.

Well, that's how I caught

the Duke's eye.

At least that's

what my friends say.

My enemies say

I caught some'at else.

(laughter)

Your Grace, gentlemen,

ladies...

The King.

All:

The King.

The King.

As for the enemy

May the dons never leave

their boathole in Cadiz.

Ah, then, a bumper to the dons,

Sir Edward.

But, I doubt the Spanish

will leave Cadiz

For all their alliance

with the French.

They'll sit out the war

and then sail forth

to congratulate the winner.

Perhaps.

What is your opinion,

Mr. Hornblower?

Why have such a force

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