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and be gone.
Piccolo, untie the marchese
and his friend...
...so they can be gone.
I don't think you understand.
I will take my possessions and be gone.
I don't think you understand.
These aren't your possessions.
They were plucked from me
by the Hessians.
And we plucked them
from the Hessians, rudely.
I would like it clearly understood :
Where my possessions go, I go.
If they stay, I stay.
Oh, come now, marchese. You wouldn't
want to live among brigands.
Outlaws, as you say.
Since my castle's been burned
and my land confiscated...
...and the law seems powerless
to protect my person or possessions...
...then by all the saints, I'm outside
the protection of the law myself.
Outlaw. So you may have me.
You'd undoubtedly be a decorative thing
to have around.
But our number's limited.
We're more in need of men
than amusement.
So I'm afraid we'll just have to forgo
the luxury of your company.
I'm afraid this puts you in the
embarrassing position of keeping me out.
Now, you wouldn't want to spoil
your pretty clothes.
Why don't you go peacefully
like a nice boy?
I could best you at the lance.
You could probably
master me with the bow.
I suggest, therefore,
a man-to-man encounter, barehanded.
Marchese, you're gonna get dirty.
Piccolo.
Very good. Very good. Adroit.
Now having taken
each other's measure, we shall see.
I leave it up to the outlaws.
Is it worth the trouble to keep him out?
And there's just one thing
you should know.
-I have the last word.
-Haven't tried for the third fall.
-Until we do.
-Until we do, you have the last word.
Of course, understand one thing :
You take me and you take my minstrel.
I insist on music with my meals.
A couplet to convince your lady
your lies are harmless.
on your birthday.
A ballad to exaggerate your manhood
for the sake of your friends.
A melancholy song to make yourself
think you're a man of deep thoughts.
when you're moody...
...and I don't eat
more than twice my share.
Besides your wish,
since I can't sing to please myself...
...but only songs to suit the Hawk,
my music's as good as outlaw...
...and wherever my music goes,
I follow.
And now may I ask
when you villains eat?
Your new home, marchese.
A tomb of the ancient gods.
The roof leaks.
to a shelter for outlaws.
lived a little like outlaws themselves.
That's right,
so why shouldn't we live like gods?
Besides,
it's the safest place we know.
Two more mouths to feed, Luigi.
Our good chef, baker
and major-domo, Luigi.
-The Marchese Alessandro of Granezia.
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