Shakespeare Reports On Washington Subject: A Morality Play Scene 1.

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Shakespeare Reports on Washington
Subject: A Morality Play
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
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
Lad 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
(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 a chair)
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