Look! The dead Prince! Oh, anyway, on to scene twenty-four, which is a smashing scene with some lovely acting, in which Arthur discovers a vital clue, in which there aren't any swallows, although I think you can hear a starling -oolp! Therefore, we must give you a test. France, I think. Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! HELP! HELP! I'm being repressed! No, no... no ... yes. Yes, yes, a bit, a bit. Get off the bed! I am sworn to chastity! He is sneaking away and buggering up-- No, we didn't... no. Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians can say 'nee' at will to old ladies. There is a pestilence upon this land, nothing is sacred. Even those who arrange and design shrubberies are under considerable economic stress at this period in history.