long live old ubu. ubu. ubu. ubu. [chanting ubu, ubu, ubu] really, sire, are you quite determined to attend this parade? and pray, madam, why not? i'll tell you once more. no. i saw him in a dream smiting you with mass weapons and throwing you into the vistula. and an eagle, like that which figures in the arms of poland, placing the crown on his head. ah-choo! on whose head? old ubu's. oh, ridiculous. master ubu is a most worthy gentleman who would let himself be dragged apart by wild horses rather than betray my interests. how wrong you are. silence, young rascal. and as for you, madam, to show you what complete faith i have in master ubu, i shall attend the grand parade dressed as i am, without sword or breastplate. oh, what fatal rashness. i shall never see you again alive. oh. no. come, ladislas. come, boleslas. [music] may god and the great saint nicholas protect you. ah, noble master ubu, enter the royal enclosure with your followers. and we will review the march pass together. well, shall we? coming, sire. [mus

ubu, ubu, ubu, ubu, ubu. [chanting ubu, ubu, ubu] at last, i think they have abandoned the chase.es, and boggerlas has gone off to get himself crowned. he knows what he can do with his crown. ah, how right you are, pa ubu. ubu, ubu, ubu, ubu, ubu. [music] what a lovely breeze. we are traveling the highest, right? at the aost miraculouspe of, uh, give or take a bit, about a million knots, uh-huh. all hands leeward, close-haul the mizzen. what a stupid idea. don't all stand at one end of the ship. it's dangerous. supposing the wind chand about, we'd all go to the bottom and the fishes wouldats up. don't bear away. hug the wind, pulling by. there's only one solution. i'llake over cmand myself. ready about, about ship. let go of the anchor, go about in staves. homeward sail. haul down the sail. up with the mizzen mast. hoist the topgallant, full speed astern. splice the topgallant. my, what a dunking. aah, isn't navigation wonderful? what bliss it will be to see our sweet france again, and all our old friends and our castle of mondragon. mondragon, mais oui. and at this very moment, w

the play for this program, ubu roi, by alfred jarry. now, your host, mr. jose ferrer. like most burlesques, ubu roi is irreverent towards all that conventional society holds sacred. in the tradition of clowns and puppets, this play makes fun of ambition, nobility, idealism and government. its hero, if ubu can be called that, is a grotesque monster who mishandles everything he touches and everyone he knows. where traditional drama seriously deals with plots against a ruler or the downfall of a kingdom,

we sever today from too much -- suffer today from too much plur ubus, not enough unum. [laughter] tavis: how can you not love ken burns? i always love talking to him. the project that you want to see now, this gettysburg peace with these young kids is amazing. >> it will blow your mind and you realize there but for the grace of god go i. then you watch them learn it on them,u go, i wish i were the dedication to purpose, the end result, the sense of accomplishment. it's stuff we all crave. tavis: i'm sure i won't be lucky enough to have you on the west coast again when that roosevelt project comes out. >> i have a feeling we will be here for a while. be anywhereappy to ken burns is. good to see you, man. that's our show for tonight. thanks for watching, and as always, keep the faith. >> tavis, you are making history by getting a star on the hollywood walk of fame. a your only the second person -- the second pbs into tea to do this. the original one was big bird, which is pretty big feet to fill, but you do it with grace and honor and i can't think of anyone who deserves