The Madness of King George Page #3

Hallowed be Thy name...

As we forgive them

that trespass against us...

Hallowed be Thy name...

(Queen) Give us this day

our daily bread...

And lead us not

into temptation...

On earth as it is in heaven...

Give us this day

our daily bread...

For Thine...

is the kingdom...

the power and the glory...

Deliver us...

Sir! Sir!

(Queen) Sir! No!

Sir, we are in company.

Mind your own business.

The King has fallen! Help!

Help him!

(Queen) Help the King!

George!

Agh!

Why, sir, you must rest.

I am the King. I cannot rest.

I must rule.

Half the day gone already.

Things to do - government.

(Papandiek) The government

hasn't begun yet, sir.

The government's still in bed.

(Braun) The government is lucky.

- Do you love God, Arthur?

- Yes, sir.

He loves us all,

if only we'll let him.

Don't discuss the deity.

It does not do.

Does not do? I'm the King.

What's the deity to me?

Piss-pot.

(Woman) Huh?

Piss-pot.

Your Majesty.

Right.

Unh.

Unh.

Do it, England. Do it.

(Urinating)

Oh, it's wonderful.

Ahh, that's better.

Whew.

I'm obliged to you, madam.

Can't stop now.

On, England, on.

Look, it's blue.

Why are you dawdling?

The King is unattended.

The King's water

is blue, sir.

So?

It's been this colour

since this business began.

What business?

Don't be insolent.

We thought

it might be important.

What's important

is not to dangle about.

The King's half undressed

and unattended...

that's what's important.

Give me that.

Uh, Sir George.

- This is the King's water.

- Well?

- It's blue.

- So?

It's been blue since

His Majesty's been ill.

Oh, God, another doctor.

Medicine is a science.

It consists of observation.

Whether a man's water

is blue or not

is neither here nor there.

(Sighs)

Well, there's one blessing.

At least he's stopped

all the "What-whatting."

(Door opens)

Lady Pembroke.

Mr Greville.

Her Majesty spoke favourably

of you today, Mr Greville.

And we do not like Mr Fitzroy.

You will go far.

(Orchestra tuning up)

Captain Fitzroy.

I said no concerts,

no public appearances.

It is by order of the prince.

His Royal Highness thought

it might cheer His Majesty up.

Come on. If we're late,

he will be mad.

Do you like music, Warren?

If it's played, sir,

I listen to it.

Soothes the savage breast,

do you think?

(Chuckles)

Not, I fear, in this case, sir.

Push off, you fat turd!

Yes, Your Majesty.

Now, what is this?

America, I suppose?

No, sir.

America's not to be spoken of,

is that it?

For your peace of mind, sir.

But it's not America.

Peace of mind?

I have no peace of mind.

I've had no peace of mind

since we lost America.

Forests,

old as the world itself...

meadows...

plains...

strange, delicate flowers...

immense solitudes...

and all nature new to art...

all ours...

mine.

Gone.

A paradise... lost.

Her Majesty is waiting, sir.

I must ask you

not to attend this concert, sir.

You are not fit, sir.

Not fit?

(Softly) To be seen, sir.

(King) Not fit?

(Pages) Sharp! Sharp!

The King! The King!

Sir, I beg you!

(King) Not fit?!

Not fit?

I'll give him "Not fit."

Telling me?

I'm the King, do you hear?

The impudence!

Well, I'm here now.

Play, damn you, play!

Ahh. Remember this one...hmm?

# Ba bum ba-ba bum

# Bum bum ba-ba #

Louder, sirs! Louder!

Lay it on, lads!

One, two, three, four!

Come on, let's hear you!

Give it some stick!

You!

Put your heart into it, sir!

All right. Move over.

It's my turn.

Where are we?

Where?

(Plays off-key)

This is child's play, man!

Oh, this is my favourite bit.

That's how to do it, see?

Come on, trumpets!

Give it some heart!

Sir...

Sir, you're...

You are talking.

I'm not. I'm playing.

But, sir, you...

Not now.

Now, give it a good whipping!

Thrash it, you villains!

What's the matter with you?

Right.

There.

Yes, this is Handel.

I met him once.

Ordinary looking fellow.

I have his harpsichord.

Right, then.

Let's be having you.

Elbow people...

knee gentlemen...

bending persons...

hand kissers.

Ahh.

Fine cluster there, eh?

(People murmuring)

Go on. Look. Look.

Go on.

You might learn something.

Good arse, too...

And warm, eh, I'll bet.

(Chuckles)

Ahh.

And what brings you

to Windsor, sire?

I had heard Your Majesty

was indisposed,

but I see that...

Indisposed.

Is there any way I can assist?

Want to hump the old bird

out of the nest, is it?

No, sir. There may be

responsibilities I could share.

Want to get your fat hands

on government, is that it?

Well, I'm old and infirm.

I'll not trouble you long.

I wish you the best of health,

Father.

Wish me?

You wish me death,

you plump little...

cuckoo.

Hush, father, hush.

Hush?

Hush!

(Gasping) (Music stops)

(People murmuring)

You dare to stop the King of

England from speaking his mind?

Father, please!

Please!

Please, Papa! For God's sake!

No, Papa!

I'll choke the air out of you!

I'll wring his neck!

It was something he ate.

You fools!

You'll all be put out!

(Gasping)

We know your game, you monster!

As heir to the throne, Mr Pitt,

I know His Majesty bears

a heavy burden.

I fear the time is coming

when it is a burden

we shall be forced to share.

Sir...

No, no. Mrs Fitzherbert

has our entire confidence.

(Door opens)

(Prince)

Ahh, Baker, how is the King?

Still demented, sir.

And the pulse is 104.

Then he's not in command

of his senses?

Nor likely to be...

If I may say so, sir.

(Prince) Since His Majesty's

not fit to look after himself,

we must do so.

In the future, you, Warren,

will partner Baker as

the King's physician.

I must insist

that this arrangement

be subject to the approval

of His Majesty's ministers.

Insist? Approval?

A son's concern

for his sick father?

What is the world

coming to, Mr Pitt?

His Royal Highness

is quite right.

This is a family matter.

Thank you...

Lord Chancellor.

(King) The children!

The children!

The children are asleep.

We must wake them up!

London is flooded.

We must flee for higher ground.

Save Amelia, Adolphus,

and little Octavius. Come. Come.

(Queen) Octavius is dead, sir.

Who's killed him - his brother?

Yes, he would kill me, too.

(Queen) George...

(King) Hush, my baby!

You're safe with Papa.

He just doesn't want you

to get your feet wet.

Come. Come.

(Amelia) Mama!

Papa's not mad.

No, he's not mad.

He's just lost himself,

that's all.

We must get to the roof.

Sir... You are talking!

I know I'm talking!

I follow my words.

I run after them.

I am dragged

at locution's tail!

(Amelia crying)

I have to talk

to keep up with my thoughts.

(Amelia) I'm scared.

I thought he had taken you.

Who, sir?

The other George.

You were not in my bed.

I thought you had deceived me

with the son!

Elizabeth come to my bed.

(Shouting)

Elizabeth, you leave us!

All of you, go! Just go!

You, too. Go!

(Sobbing)

You want to talk?

Then talk. Talk away.

What do you do with him

that you don't do with me?

At it like pigs,

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