Fun_People Archive
21 Aug
King Leer

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From: Peter Langston <psl>
Date: Fri, 21 Aug 98 20:58:43 -0700
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Subject: King Leer

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Scene 1. A forest glen. Enter Witch Tripp and Kenneth of Starr.

Witch Tripp:  Double, double, Webster Hubbell,
              I think I got the Creep in trouble.
              Eye of Newt, strap of bra,
              Could it be he broke some law?
              Praise this broth utmost ephemeral,
              Heavens! I left out my Essence of Emeril!
              Hark! Who trespasses so near?

Kenneth of Starr: 'Tis I, the Inquisitor. What news?

Witch Tripp:  Things proceed with quickening speed,
              m'lord. The maiden  Lewinsky, so deeply embroil'd,
              is now join'd by the Lady Willey in like pursuit.
              Daily tightens the noose around the king.

Starr:        Would that it were so, but he hath good counsel,
              and more moves than a chess board. His public,
              well pleas'd with good news of the economie,
              doth o'erlook much.

Witch Tripp:  How may I serve you next?

Starr:        I have need of acts damnable and facts verifiable.
              Else he may elude me yet.

Witch Tripp:  His dog Buddy, freshly neuter'd, may bear his master
              harsh reproach. He may consent to wearing a collar of
              our invention, to survey the king at his ease. Dogs are
              much accustom'd to insects. What's one more bug?

Starr:        Good hag, I rely on you completely. I must away.

(Exeunt Tripp and Starr)

Scene 2. The king's antechamber.

Duke of McCurry: My Lord! I needs must speak with you most urgently!
                 The castle is assaulted on all sides!

Leer:      What would I not give for an hour's peace!

McCurry:   An army of reporters is settled at thy gate. They are press
           in name and press in deed, for they press me daily, nay,
           hourly for some explanation from thy lips.

Leer:      Who is there among them?

McCurry:   Lords Jennings, Brokaw, Rather, Geraldo of Rivera and a
           host of others. Methinks I spied the van from Hard Copy.

Leer:      You cut me to the quick. Do they not know that I am chaste?

McCurry:   They insinuate that thou hast chased too often.

Leer:      Never have lies been so artfully stack'd against a pure soul.
           Where is Lady Hillary?

McCurry:   Her secretary doth report that she is lock'd in her bath,
           saying over and over, "Why can I not wash my hands of this
           guy?"

Leer:      Oh cursed fate! I must be the most solitary mortal in all
           creation. Never have I betrayed m'lady's trust.

McCurry:   Whatever.

(Enter Messenger)

Messenger: Good king, steel thy nerve. I bring a missive from Kenneth
           of Starr, the Grand Inquisitor.

Leer:      Was ever a man as Starr-cross'd as I?  Why does this man
           conspire to afflict me thus?  My hand is unsteady. Read it
           to me.

Messenger: Let me see. He offers you his regards, blah, blah, blah,
           then doth subpoena you to appear at his chamber at Friday
           next, to forswear again that thou tookst no liberties with
           the wench Jones, who withdraweth not her claims against you.

Leer:      I have already so sworn!

McCurry:   It would seem, m'lord, that the woeful tale of Lady Willey
           rekindles old flames.

Leer:      I kiss'd the woman on the forehead, as a sign of my regard.
           Never was a king so expos'd!

McCurry:   Truer words were ne'er spoken.

Leer:      I cannot think on't further. Leave me to my own counsel.

(Exeunt Messenger and McCurry)

Leer:      To be forthright, or not to be forthright, that is the
           question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the
           slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or just bag the
           whole thing and teach law at a junior college.

(Enter Courtier)

Courtier:  My liege, you are late for an appointed meeting.

Leer:      What's this?

Courtier:  You were to interview a new assistant at the stroke of
           two. She seems most capable, and with rare intellect for
           one so young and fair.

Leer:      Well, tell her I will see her anon, and on, and on.

Courtier:  A most clever jest, my king.

Leer:      Let us not tarry further.

(Exeunt Leer and courtier. Enter Buddy, from behind achair)

Buddy:     So dearest reader, I bid adieu.
           Me seeth I have much to do.
           And so it comes to this pretty pass
           To see if the king doth get some ... class.

© 1998 Peter Langston