Status Updates From Enderby's Dark Lady

Librettist Enderby, shelving his recherché poetic pretentions after being told by the director to sex the Bard up for the Yanks:

I’ll screw some sex into Essex,
I’ll scourge Walter Raleigh’s raw hide.
I’ll make Francis Drake
Chase a duck on a lake
And eat Francis Bacon fried.
I’ll inject the shakes into Shakespeare
And stick in the spear as well,
Wrench out Queen Bess’s...

It's 1976, and the following is the message the medium channels from the Bard (who is in "the happy place" with Steinbeck):

QUIT ULSTER. QUIT ULSTER. QUIT ULSTER.

'Let us,' said Will [Shakespeare], 'go and drink.'

OK, so that's how he did it. A quick note at the beginning of the fourth book saying that literary characters do not really die, and voilá, Enderby is alive again and the facts of the third book never happened! It was a bit dissapointing at first, I was expecting a better excuse. But now I am rolling with April Elgar and trying to see where this is going to. A disgraceful musical about Shakespeare, will that be all?