Nose whisker, nose whisker
Henceforth you poketh thus
What trickery o’ cruel cunning
Hast thou employed to enter my nostril’s bed chamber?
Unsightly creature of Lucifer,
Methinks thou art a rogue hair!
As Prince Hamlet might suggest, get thee to a nunnery!
Begone, foul tuft!
(Sword clatters on the ground, beside the nose whisker)