Master Rano: I telleth thee Duke, I cannot stay, my ship saileth away to Spain tomorrow. My wife heard of thy encounter with the King and how he wisheth thou wed. She fears he plans the same for me.
Duke Usleiva: Hark, I hear a sound. Despair lingers in that sound. He is hurt.
Master Rano: 'tis my Prince Albert. My Prince Albert doth sound out in pain.
Duke Usleiva: Alas, thy Prince Albert, thou hath been pierced?
Prince Alberto: I am slain! I am injured! Wireless Raul doth slappeth me with his blackberry. The antenna woundeth my buttock cheek.
Master Rano: Forsooth, 'tis a foul deed that doth darken our kingdom. First the Baron Etez is banished from our shores... now my Prince Albert lays limp in the mud. Prince Alberto of Aquilani, showeth us thy wound.
Master Rano: By the gods! I see a large crack in they skin!
Duke Usleiva: Why, 'tis nonesuch a scrath.
Prince Alberto: Fie! 'tis mortal. The bench of the sick beckons me- then the grave.
Master Rano: Prince Alberto of Aquilani, escapeth thou with me to Europe. Duke, shalt thou join us?
Duke Usleiva: Alas, I must remain to cast revenge. No man born of woman shalt injure my friends and live to tell.
Master Rano: 'tis too late. The warlock, Ryan Bad-Spell, hath tweeteth from Wireless Raul's laptop about the foul deed.
Duke Usleiva: Alas, then I must act swift to rectify these wrongs. I must summon the mighty Igor.
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