Lord Edward Whitman:
[to the crowd partying at his castle, when they have been frightened by a wolf's howl]
That mad dog that you all thought the product of sorcery is DEAD.
[glowering, he adds after a moment:]
Lord Edward Whitman:
Now drink, dance, and be merry.
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