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Black Knight: None shall pass. King Arthur: What? Black Knight: None shall pass. King Arthur: I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge. Black Knight: Then you shall die. King Arthur: I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside! Black Knight: I move for no man. King Arthur: So be it! [rounds of melee, with Arthur cutting off the left arm of the black knight.] King Arthur: Now stand aside, worthy adversary. Black Knight: Tis but a scratch. King Arthur: A scratch?! Your arm’s off! Black Knight: No it isn’t. King Arthur: Well what’s that then? [Pointing to the knight’s arm lying on the ground.] Black Knight: I’ve had worse. King Arthur: You liar! Black Knight: Come on then, you pansy!