Lord Edgar:
And bring that little pig.
Walter Clout:
The pig my lord?
Lord Edgar:
Her familiar, Master Clout. She must have a familiar. She can't be a witch without a familiar.
King's aide:
You must rest...
Prince John:
Rest? Rest? And who will deal with the unrest that De Rainault's fled from?
Prince John:
Fine Sheriff! Trots off on a pilgrimage to Canterbury at the first sign of trouble!
Sir Guy of Gisburne:
Perhaps he knew you were coming, my liege?
Sir Guy of Gisburne:
[
the King throws him a look that would kill a lesser man] - to, eh, deal with it...
Lord Edgar:
[
Claps his hands for the prisoner, Mad Mab to be brought before the King] The witch employed by my brother, Sir.
Prince John:
She smells as evil as he looks.
Mad Mab:
Where's Rutterkin?
Prince John:
Rutterkin?
Lord Edgar:
The pig, my lord.
Prince John:
Oh yes, the little devil.
Mad Mab:
Oh he can be, he can be.
Prince John:
Ah! She confesses!
Prince John:
And why did Robin Hood escape, Gisburne?
Sir Guy of Gisburne:
My Lord King...
Prince John:
Because you are incompetent! Inept! Inadequate! And incompetent!
Mad Mab:
Hay is for horses, straw is for cows, milk is for little pigs. Death finds you now!
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