The King and the Clown Page #3

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

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