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Pie Jesu Domine, Dona eis requiem
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(Whap)
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Pie Jesu Domine, (Whap) Dona eis requiem
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Pie Jesu Domine (Whap) Dona eis requiem
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Burn the witch! We've got a witch! A witch!
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A witch! We've got a witch!
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We found a witch!
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We have found a witch, may we burn her?
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(Cheers)
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How do you know she is a witch?
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She looks like one!
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(cheers)
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Bring her forward.
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I'm not a witch, I'm not a witch!
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But you are dressed as one!
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They dressed me up like this!
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And this isn't my nose, it's a false one!
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Well?
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Well, we did do the nose.
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Nose?
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And the hat. But she is a witch!
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(Cheers) Burn her!
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Did you dress her up like this?
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No! No!
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Yes. Yes. A bit.
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She has got a wart.
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What makes you think she is a witch!
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Oh, she turned me into a newt!
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A newt?
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...I got better.
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Burn her anyway!
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Burn her!
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Quiet! There are ways of telling whether she is a witch.
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Are there? What are they? Tell us! Do they hurt?
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Tell me, what do you do with witches?
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Burn them!!! Burn her!!
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And what do you burn apart from witches?
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More witches!
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Wood!
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So, why do witches burn?
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Because they're made of wood?
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Good!
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Oh, yeah.
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So. How do we tell whether she is made of wood?
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Build a bridge out of her!
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Ah, may you not also make bridges out of stones?
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Oh yeah.
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Does wood sink in water?
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No, no. it floats!
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It floats! Throw her into the pond!
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What also floats in water?
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Bread!
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Apples!
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Very small rocks.
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China. Baked gravy. Mud. Churches, churches.
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Lead.
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A duck.
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Exactly. So, logically
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If she weighs the same as a duck, she's made of wood.
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And therefore?
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A witch!
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A witch! (cheers)
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Very good, we shall use my largest scales!
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Burn the witch! Burn the witch!
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Right, remove the supports!
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A witch!
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That's a fair cop.
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(Cheers) Burn her!
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Who are you, who are so wise in the ways of science?
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I am Arthur, King of the Britons.
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My liege!
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Good sir knight, will you come with me to Camelot, and join us, at the Round Table?
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My liege, I would be honored.
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What is your name?
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Bedivere, my liege.
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Then I dub you, Sir Bedivere, Knight of the Round Table.