Be quiet! I order you to be quiet! And what do you burn apart from witches? King of the who? They dressed me up like this. Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! Well? Pie Iesu domine... Oooh.
I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur King, you and all your silly English k-nnnnniggets. Oh, don't grovel! And this isn't my nose. It's a false one. Pull the other one! Now stand aside, worthy adversary. We haven't got enough mud. Pie Iesu domine... Oh, Dennis, forget about freedom. Aaaagh!
Arthur! Arthur, King of the Britons! Yes, do us all a favor! Well, I'll ask him, but I don't think he'll be very keen. What are they? The swallow may fly south with the sun or the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land? Burn her!
Come here! Just a flesh wound. What? Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'. Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science? What also floats in water? The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on, then.
What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior! Am I right?