Chapter 1: A Bad Dream
Scene 1: The Prince's Quarters
The Prince Regent is lying in bed. Blackadder walks in with the breakfast tray. He sets it down then tries to rouse the sleeping Prince.
Blackadder: Sir? (He shakes the Prince) Sir? Sir! (The Prince stirs then jumps up, screaming)
Prince George: NO! THESE ROLLICKING LADIES ARE MINE! HAVE AT YOU, YOU SAUSAGE SUCKING BASTARD! (He mimes lunging with a sword. Suddenly, he looks as one does in utter pain then collapses on the bed) No… I cannot die… You have condemned yourself… My butler will avenge me… (He falls asleep again. Blackadder looks on disdainfully. The Prince wakes suddenly)
Oh! Oh, Blackadder, thank goodness.
Blackadder: Bad dream, sir?
Prince George: Erm… not sure, Bladders. I seem to have dreamed about dying.
Blackadder: Was it a dream where you were fighting over a group of ladies, and brutally killed by someone with a sword, sir?
(The Prince stares in disbelief)
Prince George: How in the name of Tina, the giant pixie, did you know that?
Blackadder: Well, sir, one, you acted it out in your sleep. And two, it's the same dream you've had for the past three nights, sir.
Prince George: Well, send me down the Nile in a massive box of pillows. Do you think this dream could come true, Blackadder?
Blackadder: No, sir. I have as much confidence in that as I do for Baldrick to be arrested for being too rich.
(Prince George shifts in his bed and Blackadder brings the breakfast tray to him)
Prince George: Good. Brekkers then! What is it today Blackadder?
Blackadder: French Soup, sir.
(Blackadder leaves the room)
The French soup mention is for austenfan1990, whose Blackadder fanfic is lifting off the ground.