Act IV, Scene I
[Thunder. Enter the Third Apparition, a little bearded man crowned, with an Ashley Furniture catalog in his hand.]
TRUMPETH
What is this
That rises like the Skibidi of Ohio
And wears upon his baby-brow the round
And top of sovereignty?
ALL
Listen, but speak not to’t.
THIRD APPARITION
Be callous, mercurial, proud, and take no care
Who whines, or resists, or where deep-staters are.
Trumpeth shall never vanquished be until
Great Bannon’s Wood to hip Dance Inane Drill
Shall come into him.
]The Third Apparition descends, flipping through the catalog.]
TRUMPETH
That will never be.
(with further apologies to James Joyce. And Shakespeare.)
