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Billy Budd: Your name? - Billy Budd, sir (Claggart/Billy/First Lieutenant/Sailing Master)

Billy Budd: Billy Budd, king of the birds (Billy/Sailing Master/First Lieutenant/Ratcliffe)

Billy Budd: Christ! The poor chap, The poor little runt! (Billy/Dansker/Red Whiskers/Donald)

Billy Budd: What's that? What's those whistles? (Billy/Donald/Claggart/First Mate/Second Mate/Bosun)

Billy Budd: Gentlemen, The King! (Vere/First Lieutenant/Sailing Master)

Billy Budd: Ay, at Spithead the men may have had their grievances (Vere/Sailing Master/First Lieutenant)

Billy Budd: We are, sir. Claggart is an able one...Land on the port bow, sir (First Lieutenant/Vere/Sailing Master/Ratcliffe)

Billy Budd: With great regret I must disturb your honour (Claggart/Vere)

Billy Budd: There you are again, Master-at-arms (Vere/Claggart/Boy)

Billy Budd: O this cursed mist (Vere/First Lieutenant/Sailing Master/Ratcliffe)

Billy Budd: Claggart, John Claggart, beware! I'm not so easily deceived (Vere/Billy)

Billy Budd: Master-at-arms and foretopman, I speak to you both (Vere/Claggart/Billy)

Billy Budd: Gentlemen, William Budd here has killed the Master-at-arms (Vere/First Lieutenant/Sailing Master/Ratcliffe)

Billy Budd: William Budd, you are accused... (First Lieutenant/Vere/Billy)

Billy Budd: Poor fellow, who could save him? (First Lieutenant/Sailing Master/Ratcliffe)

Billy Budd: Look! Through the port comes the moon-shine astray! (Billy)

Billy Budd: And farewell to ye, old Rights o' Man! (Billy)

Billy Budd: We committed his body to the deep (Vere)

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