IJMC - Talk About Timing, Mr. President

Given that only hours ago our President Clinton admitted to various 
asundry things...I think it's timely to send this script out now. 
Granted, only hours ago I knew not of it's existence...       -dave








                   THE TRAGIC COMEDIE OF KING LEER
(author unsure)

 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 Jones wench,
  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 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 ....