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Help, help, I’m being repressed!

I am your king. We found them. No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she’s got a wart. Well, we did do the nose. On second thoughts, let’s not go there. It is a silly place. Ni! Ni! Ni! Ni!

What a strange person

I am your king. The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land. Why do you think that she is a witch? And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one. Camelot!

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We shall say ‘Ni’ again to you, if you do not appease us. You don’t vote for kings. But you are dressed as one… Where’d you get the coconuts? You don’t frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Ah-thoor Keeng, you and all your silly English K-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-niggits! What a strange person.

How do you know she is a witch?

No, no, no! Yes, yes. A bit. But she’s got a wart. Did you dress her up like this? Why do you think that she is a witch? Shut up!

Bridgekeeper

I’m not a witch. I have to push the pram a lot. 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. Why? Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system!

King Arthur

Be quiet! What do you mean? What do you mean? 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. And the hat. She’s a witch! Well, what do you want?

She looks like one. On second thoughts, let’s not go there. It is a silly place. Well, Mercia’s a temperate zone! Be quiet! The Lady of the Lake, 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. That is why I am your king.

And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one. Burn her anyway! A newt? Shh! Knights, I bid you welcome to your new home. Let us ride to Camelot! It’s only a model. A newt?