Don Quixote Tilting At Windmills

Avast thou, Demon!
Release that village or I shall
be forced to slay thee!
Thou art naught before my skill!
I shall rend thee limb from limb! 

What! Thou darest mock me!
I shall test the steel of
my blade on your flesh!
Take this... and that!
Aha! Thou art felled, sirrah! 

Good people I have saved
thee from this monstrosity.
Pray you, live in peace,
and, with thy blessing,
I shall depart. 

Duncan, get off the coffeetable and
give back the potato chips.