Even then, habit and a stubborn trust that our audience spied upon us from behind the nearest bush, forced our bodies to blunder on long after they had emptied of meaning, until like runaway carts they dragged to a halt.   No one came forward.   No one shouted at us.   The silence was unbreakable, it imposed itself upon us it was obscene.   We took off our crowns and swords and cloth of gold and moved silent on the road to Elsinore.   (Silence.   Then GUIL claps solo with slow measured irony.)     GUIL Brilliantly re-created -- if these eyes could weep!&hellip Rather strong on metaphor, mind you.     No criticism -- only a matter of taste.   And so here you are -- with a vengeance.   That's a figure of speech&hellip isn't it?   Well let's say we've made up for it, for you may have no doubt whom to thank for your performance at the court.   ROS We are counting on you to take him out of himself.   You are the pleasures which we draw him on to -- ( He escapes a fractional giggle but recovers immediately) and by that I don't mean your usual filth you can't treat royalty like people with normal perverted desires.