(A nondescript Copperhead comes forward,
whom Scalpel addresses thus:)
Behold this scalpel and this probe,
To prove your heart beneath that robe;
And lo! this stethoscope to test
The inmost secrets of your breast,
Shrink not! for if your heart be sound,
Nor rottenness therein be found,
And you be loyal, as you say,
No cause have you for such dismay: