Linguistic Erosion

Contributor: Edward T. Keller - - The king sits on his throne, facing us, lost in thought, his chin resting on his fist.A messenger runs to him from the left. Percy. He has two arrows stuck into his back. PERCY: My liege, my liege! With a start the king leaves his reverie and eyes Percy inquiringly. KING: Speak, gallant Percy PERCY: The mongo, the mongo... KING: Wah? Woh? PERCY: The mongo, the mongo... KING: Wooh? Weeh? PERCY: The Mongols are coming! KING: The Mongols?! PERCY: Ja, das mongolen shvine! KING: What do they want? PERCY: Er, I didn't ask them. KING: Well go and ask them, you silly person Percy leaves. The king returns to brooding. Percy returns. He has now seven arrows in his back. PERCY: My liege, my liege! KING: Mein liebe, mein liebe! PERCY: No time for that your majesty - the Mongols want to be paid tribute. KING: Really? PERCY:...

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