Scene: Lear and his wife. In bed. Both somewhat drunk.
King Lear: [tapping his wife on the shoulder] Good woman, tis the case that I feel frisky this night.
Mrs Lear: [turning to face her husband] Ah, tis so? Do not tarry, husband; make my womb thy castle and storm the gate!
King Lear: Thou, wench, thou! Good wench! The moon half turns its back on us, to look over its shoulder while pretending to look not!
Mrs Lear: A fie on the moon and on thy speech which puts off when ye ought to be putting on!
King Lear: But I have no coat to put on.
Mrs Lear: Tis a warm night, proceed with bare arms, my lord.
King Lear: Just to be clear, wife: we’re talking about birth control aren’t we?
Mrs Lear: [sighing] This preamble is not to your benefit. Desist, or you may find the moat hath run dry.
King Lear: Noted.
Lear and wife commence erotic fumbling. Then, a burst of light and smoke. Before the bed: [P], a time traveller, sent back from the future, Marty McFly style, to issue a warning.
[P]: [to Lear] Check yourself before you wreck yourself. Here [tossing him a packet of three] sheaf your sword. You do not want children, believe me.