1. You look smart, Mr Blackadder.
Going somewhere nice?Copy !req
2. - No, I'm off to the theatre.
- Don't you like it, then?Copy !req
3. No, I don't!Copy !req
4. A lot of stupid actors
strutting aroundCopy !req
5. shouting, with their
chests thrust out so far,Copy !req
6. you'd think their
nipples were attachedCopy !req
7. to a pair of
charging elephants!Copy !req
8. And the worst thing about it is
having to go with Prince Mini-Brain!Copy !req
9. - Doesn't he like it, either?
- He loves it.Copy !req
10. The problem is that he doesn't
realise it's made up.Copy !req
11. Last year, when Brutus
was about to kill Julius Caesar,Copy !req
12. the Prince yelled out,
"Look behind you, Mr Caesar!"Copy !req
13. I can't see the point
in the theatre.Copy !req
14. All that sex and violence—
I get enough of that at home.Copy !req
15. Except for the sex, of course.Copy !req
16. I want you to give this
palace a good clean.Copy !req
17. It's so dirty, it'd be
unacceptable to a dung-beetleCopy !req
18. that had lost interest in its
career and really let itself go.Copy !req
19. Come on, Blackadder,
or we'll miss the first act!Copy !req
20. Coming, sir, as fast as I can!Copy !req
21. Stick the kettle on, Baldrick.Copy !req
22. Now, sir, give I
this advice to thee:Copy !req
23. Never, never, never
trust thine enemy.Copy !req
24. Agh!Copy !req
25. Aaaaaagh!Copy !req
26. Thy life is forfeit, sir...
Aaagh...Copy !req
27. Thy life is forfeit, sir, and
at an end, like our poor play.Copy !req
28. We hope it pleased you, friends.Copy !req
29. Certainly not, you
murdering rotter!Copy !req
30. Guards, arrest that man!Copy !req
31. Your Highness,
it's only a play.Copy !req
32. What about the poor
fellow who's dead?Copy !req
33. Saying "it's only a play"
will not feed and clotheCopy !req
34. the little ones he leaves behind.
Call the militia!Copy !req
35. Sir, he's not dead. See, he
stands, awaiting your applause.Copy !req
36. Oh, I say, that's very clever.
He really isn't dead.Copy !req
37. Bravo! Bravo!Copy !req
38. - Blast, the Prince likes it!
- Shit, we'll close tonight.Copy !req
39. Work for the weavers!
Smash the Spinning Jenny!Copy !req
40. Burn the Rolling Rosalind!Copy !req
41. Destroy the Going Up and Down a Bit
and then Moving Along Gertrude!Copy !req
42. And death to the stupid Prince
who grows fat on the profits!Copy !req
43. I say, how exciting!Copy !req
44. This play's getting
better and better! Bravo!Copy !req
45. It's not a play any more, sir.Copy !req
46. Put the bomb down and make
your way quietly to the exit.Copy !req
47. Blackadder, you old thing,Copy !req
48. your problem is,
you can't tellCopy !req
49. when something's real
and when it's not.Copy !req
50. I must say, Blackadder,
that was a close shave.Copy !req
51. Why on earth would an anarchist
possibly want to kill "you"?Copy !req
52. I think it might've been
you he was after, sir.Copy !req
53. Hogwash! What on earth
makes you say that?Copy !req
54. Well, my suspicions were first
aroused by his use of the wordsCopy !req
55. "Death to the stupid Prince".Copy !req
56. It was a bit rude, wasn't it?Copy !req
57. These are volatile times,
Your Highness.Copy !req
58. The American Revolution lost
your father the Colonies,Copy !req
59. the French Revolution
murdered brave King LouisCopy !req
60. and there are tremendous
rumblings in Prussia,Copy !req
61. although that might be something
to do with the sausages.Copy !req
62. The whole world cries out,Copy !req
63. "Peace, freedom, and a few less
fat bastards eating all the pie".Copy !req
64. Well, yes, quite, something
must be done. Any ideas?Copy !req
65. Yes, sir. Next week is your royal
father's birthday celebrations.Copy !req
66. I suggest that I write a brilliant
speech for you to recite,Copy !req
67. to show the oppressed masses
how unusually sensitive you are.Copy !req
68. Tell me about these
"oppressed masses",Copy !req
69. what are they so
worked up about?Copy !req
70. Because they are so poor,Copy !req
71. they are forced
to have childrenCopy !req
72. simply to provide a cheap
alternative to turkey at Christmas.Copy !req
73. Disease and depravation
stalk our land like...Copy !req
74. two giant stalking things.Copy !req
75. And the working man is
poised to overthrow us.Copy !req
76. Oh my God, and here he is!Copy !req
77. Don't be silly, sir. That's
Baldrick, my dogsbody.Copy !req
78. He looks like an
oppressed mass to me.Copy !req
79. Get him out of here at once!Copy !req
80. Shoo, Baldrick, carry
on with your cleaning elsewhere.Copy !req
81. By the end of tonight,
I want that dining table so cleanCopy !req
82. I can eat my dinner off it.Copy !req
83. Crikey, Blackadder,
I'm dicing with death here.Copy !req
84. The sooner I can show how unusually
sensitive I am, the better.Copy !req
85. Oh, I just had another
brilliant thought.Copy !req
86. - Another one, Your Highness?
- Yes, another one, actually!Copy !req
87. You remember that
one I had aboutCopy !req
88. wearing underwear on the outside
to save on laundry bills?Copy !req
89. I'm thinking myself,Copy !req
90. Why don't we ask those two actors
we saw tonightCopy !req
91. to teach me how to
recite your speech?"Copy !req
92. - Brilliant, eh?
- No, Your Highness, feeble.Copy !req
93. What?Copy !req
94. I would advise against it.
It's a feeble idea.Copy !req
95. Well, tish and pish to
your advice, Blackadder!Copy !req
96. Get them here at once!Copy !req
97. I'm fed up with you treating me
as if I'm some kind of thickie.Copy !req
98. It's not me that's thick, it's you!
And you know why?Copy !req
99. Because I'm the bloody Prince
and you're only a butler.Copy !req
100. Now go and get those
actors here this minute,Copy !req
101. Mr Thicky-Black-Thicky-
Adder-Thicky.Copy !req
102. Mrs Miggins, I'm looking
for a couple of actors.Copy !req
103. Well, you've come to
the right place, Mr B.Copy !req
104. There's more Shakespearian dialogue
in here than there are buns.Copy !req
105. All my lovely actors
pop in on their way to rehearsalsCopy !req
106. for a little cup of coffee
and a big dollop of inspiration.Copy !req
107. You mean they
actually rehearse?Copy !req
108. I thought they got drunk, stuck on
a silly hat and trusted to luck.Copy !req
109. Oh, no!Copy !req
110. There's ever so much hard workCopy !req
111. that goes into the wonderful
magic that is theatre today.Copy !req
112. Still I don't expect
you'd know much about that,Copy !req
113. being only a little butler.Copy !req
114. They do say, Mrs M,Copy !req
115. that verbal insults hurt more
than physical pain.Copy !req
116. They are of course wrong,
as you'll soon discover...Copy !req
117. when I stick this toasting
fork in your head.Copy !req
118. Ladies and gentlemen, will you
please welcome Mr David Keanrick.Copy !req
119. - And the fabulous Mr Enoch Mossop.
- Hurrah! Gentlemen, gentlemen!Copy !req
120. Settle down, settle down, settle down.
I'm sorry, no autographs.Copy !req
121. - The usual, Mrs M.
- Coming up, my lovely.Copy !req
122. Well, if I can just squeeze through
this admiring rabble.Copy !req
123. Gentlemen, I've come
with a proposition.Copy !req
124. How dare you, sir.Copy !req
125. You think just because we're
actors we sleep with everyone.Copy !req
126. I think, being actors, you're
lucky to sleep with anyone.Copy !req
127. I come here on behalf
of my employer,Copy !req
128. to ask for some
elocution lessons.Copy !req
129. I fear, sir, that is
quite impossible.Copy !req
130. We are in the middle of
rehearsing our new playCopy !req
131. and we could not
possibly betray ourCopy !req
132. beloved audience by
taking time off.Copy !req
133. Oh no, mustn't
upset the punters.Copy !req
134. Bums on seats, laddie,
bums on seats.Copy !req
135. And what play is this?Copy !req
136. It is a piece we penned
ourselves, calledCopy !req
137. "The Bloody Murder
of the Foul Prince RomeroCopy !req
138. and His Enormous-Bosomed Wife".Copy !req
139. A philosophical work, then.Copy !req
140. Indeed yes, sir.Copy !req
141. The violence of the murder...Copy !req
142. and the vastness of the bosom are
entirely justified artistically.Copy !req
143. Right, I'll tell the Prince
that you can't make it.Copy !req
144. - Prince?
- Sorry, yes, didn't I mention that?Copy !req
145. It's the Prince Regent.
Shame you can't make it.Copy !req
146. No, no, no, please, no.
Please wait, sir.Copy !req
147. Off, off!Copy !req
148. I think we can find
some time, Mr Keanrick.Copy !req
149. Definitely, Mr Mossop.Copy !req
150. No, you've got your beloved
audience to think about.Copy !req
151. - Sod the proles! We'll come.
- Yes, worthless bastards to a man.Copy !req
152. It's nice to see artistic
integrity thrivingCopy !req
153. so strongly in the
acting community.Copy !req
154. This afternoon at four, then,
at the Palace.Copy !req
155. - Well, what do you think?
- Are you ill or something?Copy !req
156. No, I'm simply trying to
look more like an actor.Copy !req
157. I'm sure you don't need
the false moustache.Copy !req
158. - No?
- No.Copy !req
159. Ow!Copy !req
160. Egads, it's that
oppressed mass again!Copy !req
161. No, sir, that is Baldrick
spring cleaning.Copy !req
162. Oh yes, so it is.Copy !req
163. - Finish the job later, Baldrick.
- The cleaning or the being strangled?Copy !req
164. Either suits me.Copy !req
165. Look, Blackadder, this is all
getting a bit hairy, isn't it?Copy !req
166. Are you sure we can even
trust these acting fellows?Copy !req
167. Last time, three of them
murdered Julius Caesar,Copy !req
168. and one of them was his
best friend Brutus.Copy !req
169. As I've told you about
eight times,Copy !req
170. the man playing Julius Caesar
was an actor called Kemp.Copy !req
171. - Really?
- Yes.Copy !req
172. Thundering gherkins!Copy !req
173. Brutus must have been pretty
miffed when he found out.Copy !req
174. What?Copy !req
175. That he hadn't killed
Caesar after all,Copy !req
176. just some poxy
actor called Kemp.Copy !req
177. Do you think he went to Caesar's place
after the play and killed him then?Copy !req
178. Oh, God, it's pathetic!Copy !req
179. - Is that the door?
- Don't worry, it's just the actors.Copy !req
180. - My uncle Baldrick
was in a play once.Copy !req
181. - Really?
- Yeah, it was called Macbeth.Copy !req
182. - And what did he play?
- Second codpiece.Copy !req
183. Macbeth wore him in
the fight scenes.Copy !req
184. So he was a stunt codpiece?Copy !req
185. Did he have a large part?Copy !req
186. Depends who's playing Macbeth.Copy !req
187. Incidentally, Baldrick,
actors are very superstitious.Copy !req
188. On no account mention the word
"Macbeth" this evening, all right?Copy !req
189. It brings them bad luck
and it makes them very unhappy.Copy !req
190. Oh, so you won't be
mentioning it either?Copy !req
191. No.Copy !req
192. Well, not very often.Copy !req
193. You should have knocked.Copy !req
194. Our knocks,
impertinent butler,Copy !req
195. were loud enough to wake
the hounds of hell.Copy !req
196. - Lead on, McDuff.
- I shall.Copy !req
197. Lest you continue in
your quotationCopy !req
198. and mention the name of
the Scottish play.Copy !req
199. Never fear, I shan't do that.Copy !req
200. By the Scottish play,
I assume you mean Macbeth.Copy !req
201. Hot potato, off his drawers,
pluck to make amends. Ow!Copy !req
202. - What was that?
- We were exorcising evil spirits.Copy !req
203. Being but a mere butler,Copy !req
204. you will not know the
great theatre traditionCopy !req
205. that one does never speak
the name of the Scottish play.Copy !req
206. What, Macbeth?Copy !req
207. Hot potato, off his drawers,
pluck to make amends. Ow!Copy !req
208. You mean you have to do that
every time I say "Macbeth"?Copy !req
209. Hot potato, off his drawers,
pluck to make amends. Ow!Copy !req
210. Will you please
stop saying that!Copy !req
211. Always call it
"the Scottish play".Copy !req
212. You want me to say
"the Scottish Play"?Copy !req
213. Yes!Copy !req
214. Rather than "Macbeth"?Copy !req
215. Hot potato, off his drawers,
pluck to make amends. Ow!Copy !req
216. Say, what is all
this hullabaloo,Copy !req
217. all this shouting and
yelling blue murder?Copy !req
218. It's like that play we saw the
other day, what was it called?Copy !req
219. Macbeth, sir.Copy !req
220. Hot potato, off his drawers,
pluck to make amends. Ow!Copy !req
221. - No, no, it was called Julius Caesar.
- Ah yes, of course, Julius Caesar.Copy !req
222. Not Macbeth.Copy !req
223. Hot potato, off his drawers,
pluck to make amends. Ow!Copy !req
224. Are you sure you want
these people to stay?Copy !req
225. I asked them, didn't I,
Mr Thicky Butler.Copy !req
226. Your Royal Highness, may I sayCopy !req
227. what a great honour it
is to be invited?Copy !req
228. - Why certainly.
- Thank you.Copy !req
229. What a great honour
that it is to be invited hereCopy !req
230. to make merry, in
the halls of our King'sCopy !req
231. loins' most
glorious outpouring.Copy !req
232. Ugh!Copy !req
233. Now, Your Highness,
shall we begin straight away?Copy !req
234. - Now, I've got this...
- Before we inspect the script,Copy !req
235. let us have a look at stance.Copy !req
236. The ordinary fellow stands like,
well, as you do now.Copy !req
237. Whereas your hero... stands thus.Copy !req
238. Right, sort of like this...Copy !req
239. Excellent, Your Highness.
Even more so...Copy !req
240. Like that?Copy !req
241. - What was that noise?
- It wasn't me.Copy !req
242. We are used to standing
in this position.Copy !req
243. It came from over here.Copy !req
244. - Anarchist!
- Cleaner!Copy !req
245. So you've had a wash,
that's no excuse!Copy !req
246. - That is Baldrick spring cleaning.
- But look, he's got a bomb!Copy !req
247. It's not a bomb, sir,
it's a sponge.Copy !req
248. So it is.Copy !req
249. Get it out of here at
once before it explodes.Copy !req
250. Now, stance. I'm sorry about that.
I think we really had something there.Copy !req
251. Yes, Your Highness.Copy !req
252. Your very posture tells me
"Here is a man of true greatness".Copy !req
253. Either that, or "Here are my
genitals, please kick them".Copy !req
254. Sir, I really must askCopy !req
255. that this ill-educated oaf be
removed from the room.Copy !req
256. Get out!Copy !req
257. Your presence here is
as useful as fine bone chinaCopy !req
258. at a tea-party
for drunken elephants.Copy !req
259. Is that right?Copy !req
260. Well, yes, get out Blackadder,
and stop corking our juices.Copy !req
261. Certainly, Your Highness.Copy !req
262. I'll leave you to
dribble in private.Copy !req
263. Something wrong, Mr B?Copy !req
264. I've had it up to
here with that Prince.Copy !req
265. One more insult, and
I'll hand in my notice.Copy !req
266. Does that mean I'll be butler?Copy !req
267. Not unless some kindly surgeonCopy !req
268. cuts your head open with a spade
and sticks a new brain in it.Copy !req
269. I don't know why I put up
with it. I really don't.Copy !req
270. Every year at the Guild of
Butlers' Christmas PartyCopy !req
271. I'm the one who has to wear
the red nose for winning theCopy !req
272. "Who's got the stupidest master"
competition.Copy !req
273. All I can say is,
he'd better watch out!Copy !req
274. One more foot wrong and
the contract between usCopy !req
275. will be as broken
as this milk-jug.Copy !req
276. But that milk-jug
isn't broken.Copy !req
277. You really do walk
into these things.Copy !req
278. Excellent. And now, sir,
at last, the speech.Copy !req
279. Right.Copy !req
280. No, Your Royal Highness.Copy !req
281. What have you forgotten?Copy !req
282. If I stand any more
heroically than this,Copy !req
283. I'm in danger of seriously
disappointing my future Queen.Copy !req
284. No, Your Highness,
not the stance, the "roar".Copy !req
285. - You want me to roar?
- Of course we wish you to roar.Copy !req
286. All great orators roar before
commencing their speeches.Copy !req
287. It is the way of things.Copy !req
288. Mr Keanrick,
from your Hamlet, please.Copy !req
289. Ooooooo, to be or not to be.Copy !req
290. From your Julius Caesar.Copy !req
291. Ooooooo, friends,
Romans, countrymen...Copy !req
292. From your leading character,
in a play connected with Scotland.Copy !req
293. That's Macbeth, isn't it?Copy !req
294. Hot potato, off his drawers,
pluck to make amends. Ow!Copy !req
295. Let's all roar together, shall we?
One, two, three...Copy !req
296. Oooooooo!Copy !req
297. Excellent, Your Highness.Copy !req
298. Now, shall we try putting
it all together?Copy !req
299. Rooooaaarr!
Unaccustomed as I am...Copy !req
300. No, no, no.Copy !req
301. Alas, I fear you mew it
like a frightened tree.Copy !req
302. May I see the speech?Copy !req
303. Who wrote this drivel?Copy !req
304. Is there a problem
with the speech?Copy !req
305. Well, yes, there is a
problem, actually.Copy !req
306. The problem is
that you wrote it,Copy !req
307. Mr Hopelessly-Drivelly-Can't-Write-
For-Toffee-Crappy-Butler-Weed!Copy !req
308. Whoops!Copy !req
309. Shall I get their supper, sir?Copy !req
310. Yes, preferably something
that has first passedCopy !req
311. through the digestive
system of the cat.Copy !req
312. And you'll have to
take it up yourself.Copy !req
313. Why?Copy !req
314. Because I'm leaving, Baldrick.Copy !req
315. I'm about to enter
the job market.Copy !req
316. Right, let's see.
Situations vacant:Copy !req
317. Mr and Mrs Pitt are
looking for a baby-minderCopy !req
318. to take Pitt the
Younger to Parliament.Copy !req
319. Some fellow called George Stevenson
has invented a moving kettle,Copy !req
320. wants someone to help
with the marketing.Copy !req
321. Oh, there's a foreign
opportunity here.Copy !req
322. Treacherous, malicious, unprincipled
cad, preferably non-smoker,Copy !req
323. wanted to be King of Sardinia.
No time wasters, please.Copy !req
324. Apply to: Napoleon Bonaparte,
PO Box 1, Paris.Copy !req
325. Right! We're on our way!Copy !req
326. Oh, sir, about costume...
Any thoughts?Copy !req
327. Well, enormous trousers,
certainly,Copy !req
328. and perhaps an
Admiral's uniform,Copy !req
329. because we know what all the
nice girls love, don't we?Copy !req
330. I'll tell you what, why don't
I go and try them on for you?Copy !req
331. Help yourselves to wine.Copy !req
332. You'll need a stiff drink when you
see the size of these damn trousers.Copy !req
333. - Oh, my dear, what a ghastly evening!
- You're so right, love.Copy !req
334. Look, while he's gone, why don't
we have a quick read-through ofCopy !req
335. "The Murder of Prince Romero
and His Enormous-Bosomed Wife"?Copy !req
336. Act 1, Scene 1?Copy !req
337. "Spring has come, with
all its gentle showers.Copy !req
338. Methinks it's time to hack
the Prince to death."Copy !req
339. Baldrick, I would like
to say how much I will missCopy !req
340. your honest and
friendly companionship.Copy !req
341. Ah, thank you, Mr B.Copy !req
342. But as we both know,
it'd be an utter lie.Copy !req
343. I will therefore confine myself
to saying simply, "Sod off",Copy !req
344. and if I ever meet you again,Copy !req
345. it'll be twenty billion
years too soon.Copy !req
346. Goodbye, you lazy, big-nosed,
rubber-faced bastard.Copy !req
347. I fear, Baldrick,
that you will soon be eatingCopy !req
348. those badly chosen words.Copy !req
349. I wouldn't bet you a
single groatCopy !req
350. that you could survive five
minutes here without me.Copy !req
351. Come on, Mr B,Copy !req
352. it's not as though we're
gonna get murderedCopy !req
353. or anything the minute
you leave, is it?Copy !req
354. Hope springs eternal, Baldrick.Copy !req
355. Coming!Copy !req
356. - Let's kill the Prince.
- Who shall strike first?Copy !req
357. Let me, and let this dagger's
point prick out his soft eyeballCopy !req
358. and sup with glee upon
its exquisite jelly.Copy !req
359. Have you the stomach?Copy !req
360. I have not killed him
yet, sir, but when I do,Copy !req
361. I shall have the stomach
and the liver, too,Copy !req
362. and the floppily-doppilies
in their horrid glue.Copy !req
363. What if a servant should
hear us in our plotting?Copy !req
364. Then shall we have servant
sausages for tea.Copy !req
365. And servant rissoles
shall our supper be.Copy !req
366. Murder! Murder!
The Revolution's started!Copy !req
367. - What?
- A plot, a plot to kill you!Copy !req
368. Ah, so you've come
clean at last, have you,Copy !req
369. you bloody little poor person.Copy !req
370. Not me! The actors downstairs,
they're anarchists!Copy !req
371. I heard them plotting.Copy !req
372. They're gonna poke out your liver,
turn me into rissole,Copy !req
373. and then suck on your
exquisite floppily-doppilies.Copy !req
374. - What are we going to do?
- Mr Blackadder says,Copy !req
375. "when the going gets tough,
the tough hide under the table".Copy !req
376. - Blackadder, of course! Where is he?
- He's in Sardinia.Copy !req
377. - What? Why?
- You were rude to him, so he left.Copy !req
378. Oh no! What a mad, blundering,Copy !req
379. incredibly handsome young
nincompoop I've been.Copy !req
380. What are we to do?Copy !req
381. If we go downstairs, they'll
chop us up and eat us alive.Copy !req
382. We're doomed, doomed!Copy !req
383. Good evening, Your Highness.Copy !req
384. Four minutes and 22
seconds, Baldrick.Copy !req
385. You owe me a groat.Copy !req
386. Thank God you're here!
We desperately need you!Copy !req
387. Who, me, sir?Copy !req
388. Mr Thicky-Black-
Thicky-Adder-Thicky?Copy !req
389. Oh tish!Copy !req
390. Mr Hopelessly-Drivelly-Can't-Write-
For-Toffee-Crappy-Butler-Weed?Copy !req
391. Yes, well...Copy !req
392. Mr Brilliantly-Undervalued-Butler
who hasn't had a raise in a fortnight?Copy !req
393. Take an extra thousand...
guineas per month?Copy !req
394. All right. What's your problem?Copy !req
395. The actors have turned out
to be vicious anarchists!Copy !req
396. They intend to kill us all!Copy !req
397. What, are they going
to bore us to death?Copy !req
398. No, stab us!
Baldrick overheard them.Copy !req
399. I did!Copy !req
400. - Are you sure they meant it, sir?
- Quite sure.Copy !req
401. - How far apart were their legs?
- This far.Copy !req
402. - And their nipples?
- That far.Copy !req
403. They meant it, all right.Copy !req
404. All right, sir, I'll
see what I can do.Copy !req
405. To torture him, I lust.Copy !req
406. Let's singe his hair,
and up his nostrils...Copy !req
407. hot bananas thrust.Copy !req
408. - Rehearsals going well, gentlemen?
- Begone!Copy !req
409. A mere butler with the
intellectual capacityCopy !req
410. of a squashed apricot
can be of no use to us.Copy !req
411. Indeed yes, sir.Copy !req
412. Your participation
is as irritatingCopy !req
413. as a potted cactus in
a monkey's pyjamas.Copy !req
414. Well, in that case,
I won't interrupt you any longer.Copy !req
415. Sorry to disturb, gentlemen.Copy !req
416. Blackadder, thank God you're safe!
Well, what happened?Copy !req
417. Sir, there was no need to panic.
It was all perfectly straightforward.Copy !req
418. They're traitors, sir.Copy !req
419. They must be arrested, brutally
tortured and executed forthwith.Copy !req
420. Bravo!Copy !req
421. But Your Highness,
there's been a terrible mistake.Copy !req
422. That's what they were
bound to say, sir.Copy !req
423. It was a play, sir, a play!Copy !req
424. Look, all the words you heard
were written down on that page.Copy !req
425. Text book stuff again, you see.Copy !req
426. The criminals' vanity always makes
them make one tiny mistake.Copy !req
427. Theirs was to have their
entire conspiracyCopy !req
428. printed and published
in plain manuscript.Copy !req
429. - Take them away!
- Mercy, we beg for mercy!Copy !req
430. I have got only one thing
to say to you... Macbeth!Copy !req
431. Hot potato, off his drawers,
pluck to make amends.Copy !req
432. Well done, Bladder!
How can I ever thank you?Copy !req
433. You can start by not
calling me "Bladder", sir.Copy !req
434. Macbeth!Copy !req
435. Of course, Bladder.
No sooner said than done.Copy !req
436. - No hard feelings?
- No, sir.Copy !req
437. It's good to be
back in the saddle.Copy !req
438. Did I say saddle?
I meant harness.Copy !req
439. Bravo! So we're the best of friends
as ever we were. Hurrah!Copy !req
440. In fact, now that the evil...Copy !req
441. Mossop and Keanrick have got
their comeuppance,Copy !req
442. the Drury Lane Theatre is free.Copy !req
443. I thought we might
celebrate by stagingCopy !req
444. a little play that
I've written.Copy !req
445. Oh, what an excellent idea!Copy !req
446. And with my new-found
acting skills,Copy !req
447. might there be a
part in it for me?Copy !req
448. I was hoping that you might
play the title role.Copy !req
449. What a roaringly good idea!
What's the play called?Copy !req
450. "Thick Jack Clot
Sits in the StocksCopy !req
451. and Gets Pelted with
Rancid Tomatoes"Copy !req
452. Excellent!Copy !req