Arthur: | I am your king! |
Woman: | Well, I didn't vote for you. |
Arthur: | You don't vote for kings. |
Woman: | Well, how did you become King, then? |
Arthur: | The Lady of the Lake,... [angels sing] ...her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your king! |
Dennis: | Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. |
Arthur: | Be quiet! |
Dennis: | Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! |
Arthur: | Shut up! |
Dennis: | I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away! |
Arthur: | Shut up, will you? Shut up! |
Dennis: | Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system. |
Arthur: | Shut up! |
Dennis: | Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I'm being repressed! |
Arthur: | Bloody peasant! |
Dennis: | Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you? |
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Constitutional Peasant
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