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since I cannot prove that you are not mine.
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And to teach me humility, the Gods have condemned me
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to watch you waddle about wearing that proud lion
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that was my father's sigil and his father's before him.
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But neither Gods nor men
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will ever compel me to let you turn Casterly Rock
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into your whorehouse.
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Go, now.
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Speak no more of your rights to Casterly Rock.
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Go.
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Oh, one more thing.
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The next whore I catch in your bed I'll hang.