The Libertine Page #3

Which is?

That any experiment of interest in life will be

carried out at your own expense. Mark it well.

My lord!

My Lord Rochester.

You've come back.

ln your livery, my lord.

Then you are turned honest.

l cannot support that.

l regret the deed's honesty.

My lord.

But l considered that if l performed it

and fell into your service,

l would have more...enjoyment of life.

You see, this fellow has the hang of the reign .

l like this fellow exceedingly.

What is your name?

Alcock.

Like master, like servant.

Well, Alcock,

you shall drink and shag

more than any serving man in the kingdom.

Go at once and spend the rest of the money

on a whore, a large, greasy one.

Then when you are done, return here to me.

Now begone.

Rochester!

Disgrace!

Rochester!

Rochester! Missed you Lord Rochester!

He is risen !

My lord!

My lord!

Impertinent bastard!

Johnny!

My Lord Rochester!

Rochester, you are a c*nt, sir!

I smell a rotten odour

l'll suck it for you Johnny

if you promise not to marry me!

Johnny said ''c*nt'' to the King!

l'm going to brazen my arse at them.

They've all seen it.

Well, they can bloody well put up with it again .

Johnny said ''c*nt'' to the King!

Johnny said ''c*nt'' to the King.

Johnny said ''c*nt'' to the King!

My lord.

Dear Jane.

Give you your first London spurt of the summer.

- l brought the wife with me.

- Bit of a waste.

Shooting good jism up the lawful.

Ladies and gallants all,

the King!

Oh, freeze my piss,

if the royal finger ain 't beckoning me.

How exciting.

Did you miss me?

l missed the money.

Good.

Don 't like a whore with sentiment.

l could have ignored your poem, Johnny,

but l made a fuss about it for a reason .

l won 't hide anything from you .

The country's on the brink.

People are still reeling from the fire, the plague.

The Catholics are plotting

the Dutch are a bunch of bastards

and the French are ten times worse

and there's no money

l can only get funds by crawling to Parliament

or plotting against them.

And l don 't want to lock antlers with them

head on in the way my father did.

''Head on ?'' That's quite good.

When you first came to court Johnny

you were a boy of 18

A certain flippancy a whiff of impertinence

This was acceptable

But we're ten years down the road

and the view is different

The tone has to change.

l have to look responsible, sober.

l want you with me.

That's why l brought you back.

l want you to take on a new role.

Here? ln the playhouse?

No, the House of Lords.

Your father spirited me out of England

when my life was at stake,

so l looked after him and after you .

- You put me in the Tower.

- And l let you out

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