The History of George the Second, continued

A while back I posted the opening of a Shakespearean history cycle about the Bushes. Today the heav'nly muse, that on the secret top of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire that shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, in the beginning how the heav'ns and earth rose out of chaos, inspired me to continue my efforts. Or maybe it was just the news about Scooter Libby's guilty verdicts that inspired me, I'm not sure. This is from 2 George II, Act 3, scene 2: Sound a parley. POTUS discovered in the Oval Office. To him, in haste, VPOTUS and ROVE. VPOTUS The time is now, my lord; 'tis you must act Or else we lose Sir Scooter to the foe-- Hateful and deluded in their souls, With Bush Derangement Syndrome in their hearts. You must have mercy on my faithful page. ROVE Must! You dare to give our sov'reign king the must! Know, Dick, that 'vice' in your addition Enforces you submit unto your better, You ought to sue with pliant knee, with voice As reedy as the hymning puritan. (To POTUS) My lord, The enemy redoubles his assault, In Congress where they woo the people's voice And seek to make your courtiers stoop to them, The falconer fly aloft at falcon's call, The horse to ride the horseman, and his fox To hunt his hounds throughout his home and hearth. To pardon now were mercy, beyond measure, Yet kings must kings above all others treasure. Let Scooter to the hungry crowd be given, For fear your state and power be further riven. POTUS Leave me. Exeunt VPOTUS and ROVE Never 'til now have Dick and Karl been so discordant. What shall I do? I fear to insult the one, and I fear more to disregard t'other. To sacrifice Sir Scooter? To yield to my enemy's angry talons one of my choicest lieutenants? And so to look weak before my subjects? 'Tis just that weakness I have always sought t'avoid; that weakness did my father undermine. And yet, were I to pardon, do I not remove him from the lion's jaws by placing my own head there in his stead? What would Our Lord and Savior do? Though Judas him betrayed, he pardoned all. And shall I not pardon one who has refused to betray us, and in that refusal fallen? (He picks up a book and reads) This book has never failed to provide sound advice: A friend in need is a friend indeed. So, trusty Bartlett, you have again proved my wisest and most privy councilor. I am resolved. Exit.