[from the scaffold]
Capt. William Kidd:
So here's me bequest to them what hunts what I have hid and to their sons sons down through the corridors of time: greed that spawns murder; hatred that corrodes the soul; ambition - the foulest strumpet of all.
Heckler at Kidd's hanging:
[to hangman]
Hey, Dick - Dick Kent. Sell me a bit of that rope for a sixpence will you?
Capt. William Kidd:
Save your money, me lads. You can have it all for nothing if you'll only step here and wear it!
[to hangman]
Capt. William Kidd:
Hurry up, Kent. Can't wait forever.
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