A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court Page #7
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and goin' out and polishing
off a few ogres or dragons,
Id be hanging around the house,
watering the lawn or fixing
the fence or something.
And our kids would grow up
was a sissy...
because we'd be the only family
without a dragon's head
over the fireplace.
it's better this way,
honey.
You marry Sir Lancelot,
settle down...
and raise a lot of
little lords and ladies.
I hope you live
happily ever after.
Good-bye, Sandy.
So long, Hank.
[ Sniffles ]
What thinkest thou, my boy?
Do I look like a commoner?
Well--
Well, what about this?
Yes, that helps.
Better.
And this?
Here. May I?
Thank you.
Oh, yes, much better.
Huh.
I say, we are not alone.
These clothes seem
to be inhabited.
[ Both ]
Perfect.
Perfect.
Shall we then?
Logris,
thy men are ready?
I could start
at once, milady.
Slowly, slowly.
We'll let our birds
fly a while before
we spring the trap.
La, la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La, la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
We're busy doing nothing
Working the whole day
through
[Whistles ]
Trying to find
lots of things not to do
We're busy going nowhere
isn't it just a crime
We'd like to be unhappy
But we never do
have the time
I have to watch the river
to see that it doesn't stop
so they'll know when to pop
Better keep the
crickets cheerful
They're really
a solemn bunch
Hustle
Bustle
And only an hour
for lunch
[ Whistles ]
La, la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La, la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
Uh, shall we proceed?
We're busy doing nothing
Working the whole day
through
Trying to find
lots of things not to do
We're busy going nowhere
isn't it just a crime
We'd like to be unhappy
But we never do
have the time
I have to wake the sun up
He's liable to
sleep all day
True.
And then inspect
the rainbows
So they'll be
bright and gay
You must rehearse
the songbirds
To see that they sing
in key
if you insist.
I dost. I dost.
Hustle
Bustle
[ Whistling ]
[ Humming ]
Whoop!
Drop that bone.
We're busy doing nothing
Working the whole day
through
Trying to find
lots of things not to do
We're busy going nowhere
isn't it just a crime
We'd like to be unhappy
But we never do
have the time
Going to the game?
I have to meet a turtle
Im teaching him
how to swim
Then I have to shine
the dewdrops
You know, they're
looking rather dim.
No.
I told my friend the robin
Id buy him a brand-new vest
Hustle bustle
[ Whistling ]
I wish I could
take a rest
Trying to find
lots of things not to do
isn't it just a crime?
We'd better
make it snappy
There's another hill
to climb
We'd like to be unhappy
But
We never do have
We never do have
We never do
never do
[ All ]
Never do, never do
never do have the time
Never do have the time
What makest thou
of this, my friends?
That's a beaut.
Methinks 'tis from too
much walking, Your Majesty.
Yeah.
Dost realize, my friend,
that I am undoubtedly
to possess this
strange affliction?
Future sufferers
of this malady shall
know it by the name...
King Arthur's Foot.
I don't think so, sire.
I think it's more likely
to be known as a bunion.
What thinkest thou?
Has it been worth it seeing
your people as they are?
in truth, I know not.
Their lot is indeed a hard one,
but it is a hard world.
You've seen hunger and misery.
What more do you want?
I want a bath.
We took this trip
to prove to you that there
is want and oppression.
Sir Boss! Your Majesty!
Your Majesty, Sir Boss,
rise quickly.
People of quality approach.
Where?
Over yon hill.
Rise quickly, sire!
They come closer!
Let 'em come.
Ive got a "binion."
No, no, It's a bunion,
You're not king now,
you know. You're just
one of the fellas.
Come along.
Look down, sire,
I say, that's Bedivere.
Undoubtedly, he is taking
the Lady Bedivere to London
on a shopping tour,
That's not the Lady Bedivere.
[ Laughing ]
Oh, the rogue.
Halt.
This'll make a toothsome
morsel for the court.
So thou chooseth
not to bow, peasant!
A reward for thy insolence!
You need any further proof
of injustices, Your Majesty?
When reach we London?
On the morrow, sire.
A village lies ahead
where we can bed
for the night.
Good. On the morrow
there shall be changes.
Not a bad idea.
Let's get our stuff.
They lie hidden
within, sire.
All three asleep?
As babes.
'Twould be a simple matter
to slit their throats.
There will be no slitting
of throats yet.
I want them alive... now.
Aye.
But, sire--
Shh! Your Majesty,
it's Sir Logris and his men.
They're gunning for you.
[ Shouts ]
Gunning?
Shh. Leave out
the gunning then,
but they're after you.
We're in trouble
up to our necks.
Trouble?
Shh! Shh!
Shh!
Come on.
Shh.
[ Both ]
Shh.
Three men
thou sayest?
Aye.
One broad and
strong as an ox...
and the one with an odd
foreign manner of speech...
and the one the who said
he was king did sneeze.
The king shall reward
thy loyalty.
By the morrow
there may be no king.
He hath need
of friends, milady.
I thank thee.
Fetch me such clothes
as a boy might wear.
But, milady--
Do as I bid.
I journey to London.
Yes, milady.
Our next offer,
three male slaves
to be sold as a group.
What is thy bid
for this fine specimen?
A bit soft, perhaps,
yet sound of wind
and limb.
- What is thy bid?
- Half a crown.
- Will anybody say
five shillings?
- Five shillings?
Who'll make it ten?
Ten shillings.
Im bid. Who'll make it
one pound?
One pound.
One pound.
And for this
handsome specimen...
[Crowd Laughs]
who only needs good food
and hard work...
to be brought to the peak
of physical perfection?
What is thy bid?
One farthing.
Make that a pound
or Ill have thee
boiled in oil!
Ten pounds for the lot.
[Auctioneer]
Ten pounds, sire?
Ten pounds. Remove them
to the slave quarters.
Sold to the gentleman
with the beard...
for ten pounds,
Here, take 'em away,
Our next offer...
Is this fine specimen
of womanhood,
Sound of wind and limb,
[ Hoof beats ]
Look yonder, sire.
That's T ex.
[ Guard ]
Move along.
That youth,
doth he not seem familiar?
That's no youth,
Saggy.
[Auctioneer]
Who'll make It three pounds?
Who'll make It three pounds?
Do I hear three pounds?
'Tis I, sire.
Go back, Sandy. You'll only
get in trouble here.
Ill not go back.
I came to help thee.
Honey, this is no place for you.
- But, Hank--
- I would add the Lady Alisande
to our collection.
Im not without friends.
Ill return soon.
Wait a minute. She-- He--
Forward, slaves!
Move on!
Greetings, O Noble King.
Oh, do not rise, sire.
Nor any of thee.
Perceive
this monumental joke.
My king would see his people
as they really are.
So what am I,
his devoted servant, to do?
Why, help him of course,
Help him to see
the miserable heart
of his domain,
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