The King and the Clown Page #2

shits like a horse.

So then the rumors were

true after all!

That feels good!

We hit the jackpot today!

Bring it on! Bring everything!

Captain, let's do

the show everyday.

No, 3 times a day!

And rake it in!

How about a drink, fellah?

I swear, I never saw

a fellah so shy.

But man, he sure knows how to

gyrate them hips!

Captain, we should have done

this earlier!

Someone grabbed my balls

thinking I really had none.

It scared the sh*t out of me!

I saw, I saw!

To the Captain!

I knew you'd over do it.

Just say 'no' next time.

Feel good?

Yeah.

What feels so good?

It's all good.

My belly!

Her water broke!

Adulterer.

There it is! I see the baby!

Come on, push!

Let's have a look.

He has my forehead

and my big nose too.

This calls for a celebration!

Hee haw!

Thank you very much!

Step back.

Take these wretches

to jail at once.

What, did you expect a prize

for mocking the King?

Go see for yourself.

Is it a crime to show

what everyone

already jokes about?

How disrespectful!

If it's about the King's

"equipment"...

he is the King after all.

So we thought it ought

to be King-size.

Watch your tongue!

Flog these fools!

Wait!

We can't die like this!

Let us show it to the King.

What? Keep flogging!

Hold it!

What did you say?

If the King likes it,

then we're innocent.

We will make the King laugh.

But if he does not...

your heads will roll!

Idiots that we are!

We messed with the King!

I got sh*t for brains,

that's what!

What insane King would

find this amusing?

In any case, it's a 'do or die'.

So we're gonna die!

Like dogs!

I'd rather be flogged.

The special event today...

has been arranged for

His Majesty's pleasure.

Just relax and do

what we always do.

May it please you all.

June 1st, 1504.

As we jest,

let ye mirth issue unimpeded.

So we may live yet another day.

Go.

Eunuch... Kim...

What haste...

causes thee to jangle thy bells so?

What the?

Jingling my... balls?

I... heard...

M, m, my... balls?

But I... ain't got none.

Hee... haw!

Hee haw!

None.

Isn't that... the King's Consort?

Sure, why... not?

Rumor has it that the tramp...

The wench...

I mean, the Lady!

Ah! That feels good!

Come on, push!

Captain, we're doomed!

We're dead now!

Let's have a look.

He has my forehead

and my big nose too.

Let me have a look at you.

Ho, ho, my son, my boy, my son.

Come from Heaven or

from the silent Earth?

My pride, my boy, my son.

So thou thinkest he's thy issue?

What everyone knows,

thou dost not.

Then of whose loin is he?

One of the eunuchs is

still half a man.

And he did his nightly rounds.

Who is he? Spit it out!

Spit with an empty mouth?

You wily wench!

Fine. I shall fill it!

The one above or the one below?

The one above.

With teeth and tongue!

Hear this!

I shall suffer these clowns

to entertain me

from time to time.

Prepare their quarters

within the palace.

Dig in.

But Captain,

why does the King want to

keep us here?

Maybe to raise our status?

We're minstrels,

what does our status matter?

A full tummy,

that's what counts.

Damn right.

I thought we'd never eat!

Sh*t! Who is gonna eat this now?

It's still food,

it won't kill you.

It's good.

- Come on now, work with me!

- Hold me tighter!

The one above or the one below?

The one above.

I'm coming! I'm coming!

- Unload, my Lord!

- I am spent!

You know,

the one who played me...

You stared at him so intensely,

as if to drill

a hole in his face.

A hole?

But is he really a man?

His skin is so fair.

Not even eunuchs have

it so fine.

It is not advisable,

Your Majesty.

Every time,

it's always "no, no, no."

So what is allowed then?

Why does Your Majesty

wish their presence here?

What is so wrong with

keeping them here?

According to the edict issued by

the previous King...

A show must suit the occasion

that calls for one.

The law covers such

trivial matters as well?

It does, Your Majesty.

If Your Majesty insists

on keeping them here...

There will be protest

upon protest.

This cannot be allowed,

Your Majesty.

May Your Majesty reconsider.

Cheo-seon! Am I King or not?

Am I still King when my dead father

still rules, huh?

Your Majesty, calm yourself.

The prudent hunter treads

silently to capture the prey.

So, the ministers want us out?

But the King told us to stay.

Wasn't that by a Royal order?

They see you as vermin,

to be gotten rid of

as soon as possible.

Had I known that the King was

so powerless...

I would not have bothered

to mock him!

So he laughed once, and now

you think you own the world.

Tell him, thanks for the snack.

You had the guts

to lampoon the King.

So why not the ministers?

So we're allowed to

satirize them too?

Then help me set up an audition

for more minstrels.

Clothes define the man!

Ladies! Get in line!

Are we to make fun

of the ministers

or make them laugh?

Both.

We fooled with the King

and he laughed, right?

So if we fool with the ministers,

they'll laugh too.

I see.

But Captain, those ministers are

just dying to kick us out.

What if we get into

trouble later?

So we need to find

the best minstrels

and put on a show

to blow them away.

Right, Captain?

Are you done?

Wow, your writing looks

exactly like Gong-gil's!

Yeah!

I learned to write by

imitating his style, that's why.

Minstrels Audition.

You're the man when

it comes to imitating!

Copy this and go paste them

all over town.

Now copy it exactly.

What?

What's so funny?

It's just that...

minstrels don't know how to read!

Captain, trust me on this.

Minstrels Audition

at the Royal Palace.

Come on in, fellahs.

What's going on?

Hee haw!

Over the lovely...

Here, my love!

Next up is Choi from Pyong-yang!

Break a leg!

Hee haw!

Yessiree!

Sir, it is I.

Do I know thee?

I heard word about a vacant post.

'Tis for thee.

It's a turtle of gold.

Put it away!

As I cannot...

'Tis nothing, I swear.

I say, I cannot accept!

'Tis but a piss-colored metal!

Is thy heart immovable?

Indeed, as a mountain!

Truly? Verily not?

May Heaven fall asunder! No!

You're a tough nut to crack!

Fine, then!

Hey, your technique is

too crude!

I must return home

but I am broke.

So, take it for a nickel.

In that case...

I'll buy two.

Sir, about my husband...

Madam, not in this manner.

It's all I have, sir.

Please, no, no...

This will bring only trouble.

Sir, it's a token of my esteem.

What dost thou take me for?

Such firmness!

Just as I've been told.

Be gentle, madam!

Such a precious gift!

Let my hands speak for me.

As a token of my...

Keep going.

Let me have a look.

I dislike odd-shaped things.

But something like this might do.

Like this?

You shall have it!

You just don't get it, do you!

Look.

Like this.

Like this.

I've got it! Here!

Exactly.

Here we go!

Hee haw!

To you, my lords!

Lighten your hearts and enjoy!

What's the matter?

A pang of conscience, perhaps?

Most certainly.

So who is it?

Is it you?

I hear song and dance

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