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| [Serious Announcer] | Market Day again. Some familar figures are (to the best of their various abilities) wending their way through the crowd. |
| [Lady Lucrativa] | We could get support from the Duke, I think... |
| [Battel] | ...but after that meeting... the Duchess be not happy with the cost of the breakages... |
| [Lady Lucrativa] | No, the other Duke, the one friendly with the Prince... |
| [Battel] | But we need to consult the Prince about it first, I think... |
| [Bottel] | Mush do shingsh da Cor-rekt Way! (Expansive gesture creates loss of balance, causing inadvertant stunbling motion, resulting in cacaphonous arrival at brass merchant's trestle table.) |
| [Battel] | Pick him up! Lady Lucrativa, you get those rolling down the steps, I've got the rest... look there be nothing broken... |
| [Lady de Kup-Kake] | There, there, there, put your head there and just rest for a while, you'll feel better... |
| [Bottel] | (muffled) ...feeling better now... |
| [Battel] | [enters SL] Ah, Babbel, the Duchess wants to see you about that meeting the other day... |
| [Babbel] | Well, at least we put one over on the GRAND PUNTIFF, so SOMETHING went right this week... |
| [Lady Lucrativa] | There, that be the lot. Oh, that be a pretty thing I have not seen before... |
| [Babbel] | ...he be married... |
| [Bottel] | No! Ish alrrrright now! Let me go! (violent extrication from de Kup's motherly clutches catapults him into nearby vegetable sellers stall) |
| [Battel] | Aaarghh! |
Robin the Ruthless in Battel.
"The prince's best friend, who was a large if cerebrally constrained duke..."
Politically Correct Bedtime Stories. - J F Garner.
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