The Court Jester Page #9

Eh, ah, the chazzle is in the poisley

with the plellice with the plan- eh, plaglice.

The pellet with the dragon's

in the pestle with the poi-

The pezley with the poisle is...

The dragon with the

poisle's in the pestle...

Pazzle with the fleegle...

The poisley with the plazzle

is the plazzle with the ploizle

The chalice with the pa...

the flagon with the cha...

the floizle with the flagon is

the chalice with the poison.

The knights will face the king!

They will approach

the royal pavilion!

The pellet with the poison's

in the flagon with the dragon!

The vessel with the pestle

has the brew that is true!

Oh, no, pglk, you've

got the wrong one!

Stop this mockery!

There will be no toast!

Put them to horse, let them

choose weapons, and fight!

This is the Black Fox?

And still playing the fool.

Sir Griswold! Declare

a choice of weapon!

Mace and chain!

Sir Giacomo! Declare

a choice of weapon.

I'll take one of those,

one of those,

eh, a couple of

those.. and..

I better take them all.

Mace and chain

for him, too!

Charge!

Take that horse and put

it back under that idiot!

Unfasten that perch!

Charge!

All right, Sir Griswold,

prepare to die!

Go ahead, sir knight. Slay me!

You won in fair combat. Strike!

Let rivers of blood wash away

the stain of my disgrace! Go on!

Spew the field with

my dishonored guts!

No!

No, I cannot slay a

man whose only crime,

is that he loved not

too wisely but too well.

I grant your life!

Take your men, and go!

Fergus is dead.

Did he talk?

The child?

In the castle?

Now listen carefully,

there's little time...

Sir Giacomo, I declare

you winner of this combat,

and I hereby decree that you

shall marry the Princess Gwendolyn.

Hold, sire!

Seize this traitor!

Traitor? What's this?

How say you, Ravenhurst?

I say traitor, sire!

And I shall prove to you that

this man who stands before us,

is neither Giacomo nor jester,

but your deadly enemy,

the leader of the rabble who

have sworn to have your head,

the Black Fox himself!

The Black Fox?

And this demure maid

his foul accomplice!

Ravenhurst, are you mad? Have

you proof of this foul treachery?

I have, sire.

Then repair to the court!

Summon the judges!

If what you say be true,

the headsman's axe will not only

rid us of this jabbering popinjay,

but will sever this

lovely little head,

from this delicate little neck..

oh. To the castle!

Hurry along, little friends.

Hurry along!

Keep your heads down.

Come along, there,

men! All of you!

We'll take the coast road,

but stay close to the trees!

And I say again,

sire! Never, sire,

never was there

such infamous treason.

Not only is this

man the Black Fox,

but he and his despicable accomplice,

have the shameful effrontery,

to shelter in this castle,

the miserable child,

they would put on

your very throne!

What's this?

What say you, Ravenhurst?

I repeat, sire. The child they

would put on your throne.

The child...

with the purple pimpernel?

The very same, sire.

Bring forth the basket!

Let me see this

fraud, this charlatan.

Hurry up, hurry up,

bring it here.

In a moment, sire.

But first let me hear you pronounce

sentence on this unholy pair.

I know how anxious you are to

dispose of this villainous scum,

so that you may proceed

with the feast and the revelry.

Sire, I accuse these impostors

of the foulest and most loathsome

crime against the crown,

and I demand,

that they be given the full

measure of your righteous wrath,

and shall be disposed of

before another hour is past.

I tell you, sire, the headsman's axe is

too kind a fate for these foul traitors.

They should be put on a spit,

and roasted like yon boar!

Yes, yes, death

to both of them.

Father, I say

Ravenhurst lies.

This is Giacomo, king of jesters,

and never the Black Fox.

Nay, fair lady. For once,

Ravenhurst is right.

I am. I am the

Black Fox!

Seize that traitor!

Ravenhurst! Ravenhurst!

Do something! Do something!

Quickly, fetch Griswold!

Bring him back!

Take him to safety!

Arm him. I must

raise the gate!

Quick, Lower the gate!

The gate is lowered!

- No it isn't! Look!

If he dies, you die.

Tails of lizards, ears of swine,

chicken gizzard soaked in brine,

on your feet, be not afraid,

you're the greatest with a blade!

Heh heh.

Hey!

Play games with the

Black Fox, will you?

At this very moment,

my dear Ravenhurst,

your life isn't worth that!

Now my gallant fox, we'll see

whose life isn't worth that!

We shall, indeed! Hey ya!

With your permission?

Why you swine...

Your health.

Oo, you...

And now, Ravenhurst,

you rat catcher!

Well, my dear Ravenhurst,

our little game draws to an end.

I have toyed with you

long enough. You shall die.

And die like that! Ehh!

Hurry! Help the Fox!

Jean. - Oh! Hawkins,

are you all right?

Never mind me.

Where's the child?

Safe. -Good.

You've been wonderful.

How convenient.

The Fox and his mate!

So my friends, the tables

have turned yet again.

But this time for

the last time,

and not only for one, but

for two! What a prize!

Griswold!

They'll cut us to

ribbons. We've lost.

Hold there! Hold!

Let no more English blood

be spilled! Victory is ours!

Not so fast! Unhand

the king, and surrender!

Never! - Then die as

traitors to the crown!

Hold, Sir Griswold!

Hold your men!

Sir Griswold, I speak to

you as knight to knight.

When you were dubbed,

you pledged your hand,

your heart and your sword to

defend the true king of England.

Is that right? - Well?

This man is not

the true king.

He has usurped the throne

from the legitimate heir.

Heir? What heir?

He who bears the mark

of the royal bloodline.

The purple pimpernel!

- The purple pimpernel?

That's balderdash.

No such person exists!

Your majesty!

Your majesty!

Your majesty!

Your majesty!

The real king is on the throne,

Jean is my very own,

and life couldn't possibly,

not even probably,

life couldn't possibly better

be!

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