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Rh Help! Call the Guard!

Take notice, boobies all, Who find my visage's centre ornament A thing to jest at,—that it is my wont— An if the jester's noble—ere we part To let him taste my steel, and not my boot!

But he becomes a nuisance!

Swaggerer!

Will no one put him down?…

No one? But wait!

I'll treat him to… one of my quips!… See here!…

Sir, your nose is… hm… it is… very big!

Very!

Ha!