In a coffee shop in central London the owner Mrs Miggins is serving three well known poets, Lord Byron, Shelley and Coleridge.
Shelley " oh love lorn ecstasy that is Mrs Miggins wilt thou but bring me one cup of the browned juicings of that naughty bean we call coffee, as I die"
Shelley is coughing and spluttering into a hanky.
Mrs M " oh you do have a way with words Mr Shelley"
Lord Byron " to hell with his fine talking, (shouting) coffee woman!!"
He coughs too.
LB " my consumption grows ever more acute and Coleridge's drugs are wearing off"
Mrs M "Mr Byron don't be such a big girls blouse"
Blackadder and Baldrick enter,
B." Mrs Miggins a cup of your best hot water with some brown grit in it, unless by some miracle your coffee shop has started serving coffee"
LB " be quiet sir, can't you see we're dying"
Mrs M " don't worry about my poets Mr Blackadder they're not dying, just being intellectual"
B " there's nothing intellectual about wondering around Italy in a big shirt hoping to get laid. Why are they here of all places?"
LB " we're here sir to pay homage to the great Dr Johnson as sir should you"
B " oh quite, you don't happen to have a copy of his dictionary do you, so I can do some revising before he gets here"
Dr Johnson enters.
J " friends I have returned"
LB " sir, how was the Prince?"
J " the Prince was and is an utter fool and his house full of cretinous servants"
Johnson notices Blackadder.
B " good afternoon Dr Johnson"
J " and you are the worst of them. After all your boasting have you my dictionary and my patronage?"
B " not yet sir, the Prince begs a few hours more to really get to grips with it"
J " bah!"
B " however I was wondering if a lowly servant such as I could glance at a copy?"
J " copy!?, there is no copy "
B " no copy?"
J " no sir, making a copy is like fitting wheels to a tomato, time consuming and completely unnecessary"
B " but what if the book got lost"
J " I should not lose it, and if any other man did I would tear off his head with my bare hands and feed it to the cat"
The poets surround Blackadder with swords drawn.
LB " and I Lord Byron would summon up fifty of my men and lay siege to the fellows home and do bloody murder unto him"
Coleridge" and I would not rest until the criminal was hanging by his hair with an Oriental disembowelling cutlass up his ignoble behind"
B " I hope you're listening to all this Baldrick"
Byron...Steve Steen ( 1st left)
Coleridge...Jim Sweeney ( right)
Shelley...Lee Cornes ( background)
Helen Atkinson -Wood as Mrs Miggins.