Like all good 80s soap superbitches, Jilly was slutting her way around town with anyone that would help her amass a fortune and destroy her enemies.

The Elizabethan age is slowly drawing to a close. The end of Prince Philip's long life is a dress rehearsal for its final curtain, when the country will find itself reviewing what it has become, the choices it has made. […] There is just time to see off the rotten party that brought the country low, and end the Elizabethan era with some of the optimism with which it began.

When the loser thinks he has the hand beat he turns over his hand only to find that the winner has miscalled his hand, and since cards speak, the miscaller wins.

“Where'd he cum from?” the bowman inquired. “That's what we'd like ter know, yer see; where he cum from, and how he happen'd to cum,” responded the steersman. “But he's a jolly good feller, strong as a lion, […] ”