There You Go Brining Class Into It Again
ARTHUR and PATSY riding. They stop and await. We encounter a castle in the distance, and before it a PEASANT is working away on his knees trying to dig up the earth with his blank hands and a twig. ARTHUR and PATSY ride upwardly, and cease before the PEASANT
ARTHUR: Onetime woman!
DENNIS: Human!
ARTHUR: Man. I'm sorry. Erstwhile man, What knight lives in that castle over at that place?
DENNIS: I'm thirty-seven.
ARTHUR: What?
DENNIS: I'k thirty-seven … I'thousand not quondam.
ARTHUR: Well - I tin can't merely say: "Hey, Human!'
DENNIS: Well you could say: "Dennis"
ARTHUR: I didn't know you were called Dennis.
DENNIS: You didn't bother to find out, did you?
ARTHUR: I've said I'm sorry most the old woman, only from the behind you looked …
DENNIS: What I object to is that you automatically care for me similar an inferior …
ARTHUR: Well … I AM king.
DENNIS: Oh, very nice. King, eh! I expect you've got a palace and fine clothes and courtiers and enough of nutrient. And how d'you become that? By exploiting the workers! Past hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the social and economic differences in our society! If there's Ever going to be any progress …
An OLD Woman appears.
Old WOMAN: Dennis! There's some lovely filth down here … Oh! how d'you practise?
ARTHUR: How d'you do, expert lady … I am Arthur, King of the Britons … can you lot tell me who lives in that castle?
OLD WOMAN: King of the WHO?
ARTHUR: The Britons.
Erstwhile Woman: Who are the Britons?
ARTHUR: All of us are … we are all Britons.
DENNIS winks at the OLD Woman.
… and I am your king …
Onetime WOMAN: Ooooh! I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective …
DENNIS: Yous're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship, A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes …
Erstwhile Woman: There you are, bringing class into it again …
DENNIS: That's what it'due south all nearly … If only -
ARTHUR: Please, delight proficient people. I am in haste. What knight lives in that castle?
One-time WOMAN: No 1 lives in that location.
ARTHUR: Well, who is your lord?
OLD Woman: Nosotros don't have a lord.
ARTHUR: What?
DENNIS: I told you lot, Nosotros're an anarcho-syndicalist commune, nosotros take it in turns to human activity as a sort of executive officer for the calendar week.
ARTHUR: Yep.
DENNIS: … But all the decisions of that officer …
ARTHUR: Yep, I see.
DENNIS: … must exist canonical at a bi-weekly meeting by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs.
ARTHUR: Be serenity!
DENNIS: … but a two-thirds majority …
ARTHUR: Be serenity! I order y'all to close upwards.
OLD Woman: Order, eh – who does he think he is?
ARTHUR: I am your king!
OLD WOMAN: Well, I didn't vote for y'all.
ARTHUR: You don't vote for kings.
Quondam Woman: Well, how did you become king, then?
ARTHUR: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held Excalibur aloft from the bosom of the water to signify by Divine Providence … that I, Arthur, was to acquit Excalibur … That is why I am your male monarch!
One-time WOMAN: Is Frank in? He'd be able to deal with this one.
DENNIS: Look, foreign women lying on their backs in ponds handing out swords … that'south no basis for a organisation of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: You lot tin can't expect to wield supreme executive ability just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at yous!
ARTHUR: Shut upwardly!
DENNIS: I mean, if I went around saying I was an Emperor because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, people would put me abroad!
ARTHUR (Grabbing him by the collar): Shut upwards, will yous. Close upwardly!
DENNIS: Ah! At present … we see the violence inherent in the system.
ARTHUR: Shut up!
PEOPLE (i.e. other PEASANTS) are appearing and watching.
DENNIS (calling): Come and come across the violence inherent in the system. Help, assistance, I'm being repressed!
ARTHUR (enlightened that people are now coming out and watching): Bloody peasant!
ARTHUR pushes DENNIS over into mud and prepares to ride off.
DENNIS: Oh, Did you hear that! What a requite-away.
ARTHUR: Come on, Patsy.
They ride off.
DENNIS (in the groundwork equally we PULL OUT): Did you come across him repressing me, then? That's what I've been on almost …
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