Argyll (English pronunciation: /ɑrˈɡaɪl/), archaically Argyle (Earra-Ghàidheal in modern Gaelic pronounced [ˈaːr̴əɣɛː.əɫ̪]), is a region of western Scotland corresponding with most of the part of ancient Dál Riata that was located on the island of Great Britain, and in a historical context can be used to mean the entire western coast between the Mull of Kintyre and Cape Wrath. Argyll was also a medieval Bishopric with its cathedral at Lismore, as well as an early modern Earldom and Duchy, the Duchy of Argyll.
The name derives from Old Gaelic airer Goídel (border region of the Gaels). The early thirteenth century author of De Situ Albanie explains that "the name Arregathel means margin (ie, border region) of the Scots or Irish, because all Scots and Irish are generally called Gattheli (i.e. Gaels), from their ancient warleader known as Gaithelglas."
However, the word airer naturally carries the meaning of the word 'coast' when applied to maritime regions, so the placename can also be translated as "Coast of [the] Gaels". Woolf has suggested that the name Airer Goídel replaced the name Dál Riata when the 9th century Norse conquest split Irish Dál Riata and the islands of Alban Dál Riata off from mainland Alban Dál Riata; the mainland area, renamed Airer Goídel, would have contrasted with the offshore islands of Innse Gall, literally "islands of the foreigners", so-called because during the 9th to 12th centuries they were ruled by Norse-speaking Gall-Gaels.
Duke of Argyll (Scottish Gaelic: Diùc Earra-Ghàidheil) is a title, created in the Peerage of Scotland in 1701 and in the Peerage of the United Kingdom in 1892. The Earls, Marquesses, and Dukes of Argyll were for several centuries among the most powerful, if not the most powerful, noble family in Scotland. As such, they played a major role in Scottish history throughout the 16th, 17th, and 18th centuries.
The Duke holds several subsidiary titles, including: Marquess of Kintyre and Lorne (created 1701), Earl of Argyll (created 1457), Earl Campbell and Cowall and Viscount Lochow and Glenyla (created 1701), Lord Campbell (created 1445), Lord Lorne (created 1470), Lord Kintyre (created 1626), Lord Inveraray, Mull, Mover and Tiry' (created 1701), Baron Hamilton of Hameldon (created 1776) and Baron Sundridge (created 1766). They are in the Peerage of Scotland, except the last two, which are in the Peerage of Great Britain. The Duke is also a Baronet of Lundie (created 1627) in the Baronetage of Nova Scotia. The courtesy title for the Duke's eldest son and heir is Marquess of Kintyre and Lorne.
Plot
In the highlands of Scotland in the 1700s, Rob Roy tries to lead his small town to a better future, by borrowing money from the local nobility to buy cattle to herd to market. When the money is stolen, Rob is forced into a Robin Hood lifestyle to defend his family and honour.
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Honor made him a man. Courage made him a hero. History made him a Legend
Archibald Cunningham: Think of yourself a scabbard, Mistress McGregor, and I the sword. And a fine fit you were, too.::Mary: I will think on you dead, until my husband makes you so. And then I will think on you no more.
Archibald Cunningham: What did you do with that bag of guts Killearn? Vex me not, McGregor, or I shall have you dragged a while. And I am a man of my word.::Robert Roy MacGregor: You're a thief, a murderer and a violator of women.::Archibald Cunningham: Aah... I had hoped you'd come to me long since on that score.::Robert Roy MacGregor: If I had known earlier you would have been dead sooner.::Archibald Cunningham: I will tell you something, to take with you. Your wife was far sweeter forced than many are willing. And truth put to it, I think not all of her objected...
Robert Roy MacGregor: If it's a boy, call him Robert. If a lass, name her after my love, Mary McGregor.
Archibald Cunningham: Love is a dung hill, Betty, and I am but a cock that climbs upon it to crow.
Duke of Argyll: So, Mr. Cunningham, what are these principle sins that distress your mother? Dice? Drink? Or are you a buggerer of boys?::Archibald Cunningham: It is years, Your Grace, since I buggered a boy... And in my own defense, I must add, I thought him a girl at the moment of entry.::Duke of Argyll: [laughs] Do you hear that, Will? Young Cunningham here was unable to tell arse from quim. What say you to that?::Will Guthrie: I've heard that many Englishmen have that same difficulty.
Mary: I love the bones of you, Robert McGregor, but you take too much to heart that canna' be helped.
MacDonald: I do not serve Robert McGregor. I am his friend, and count myself fortunate to claim it.
Robert Roy MacGregor: Do you know how fine you are to me, Mary MacGregor?::Mary MacGregor: And you to me.
[Argyll refuses Mary's initial pleas for help]::Mary: Your Grace, Robert finds himself in this position for taking Your Grace's part.::Duke of Argyll: My part? What cause had he to do that? And in what manner?::Mary: He refused to bear false witness against you, when the Marquis asked him to say that you were a Jacobite, to slander your name at court.::Duke of Argyll: Montrose asked this of him?::Mary: In remission of this debt. But Robert refused.::Duke of Argyll: I did not know your husband bore me such goodwill.::Mary: Indeed, Your Grace, I think he favors you no more than any other great man. "As wolves at lambing," that is his word for you all. Robert refused, not for Your Grace, but for his own honor, which he values above his own family, his kin and his clan, and for which I have oft chided him. But were he otherwise, he would not be Robert Roy MacGregor. Robert would not approve of my coming here to ask you for help, nor come himself if he were here.::[stands]::Mary: But I have no choice, unless I give him up entire to his enemies. And though I love his honor, it is but a moon-cast shadow to the love I bear him. By the grace of God, I have his child inside me and I will have a father for it.::Duke of Argyll: [much affected] You do your man no dishonor, Mary. Faith, he is a man much blessed by fortune.
Duke of Argyll: You promised MacGregor amnesty from his debts if he would lay charges against me.::Montrose: So! That is how he cozened you into giving him shelter.::Duke of Argyll: Oh, I know the truth when I hear it.::Montrose: Oh! And here was me, thinking that was God's gift alone.::Duke of Argyll: Do not think that all sins go unpaid in this life, Montrose.::Montrose: Well... I see one set soon to be paid for.
The True Story Of The Greatest Scottish Clan Feud Ever!
Macian: [to redcoats] Oidhche mhath leibh. [Good night to you]
I know i'm not a bad guy when i try to do what's right everyone who comes to me don't see my plight. Everything i've ever done all the plans i've had in sight always missed and gone wrong in a way until i gave up and said alright let me alone cuz no one wants to be hanging around with someone messin up like me i guess my way isn't good enough when i try i just keep on wrecking stuff it seems everybody knows but me how to go what to do and where to be everywhere i go they all talk the same they don't even have to try they make me feel so lame friends and jobs have come and gone no matter what i do it goes on and on i wonder if you sometimes feel this way and do you lay awake at the end of the day when i lose everytime i win cuz no one will ever be messin up stuff doing things wrong quite like me no one will ever be like me.