"quick, now—before the king comes"
HODGE. The king is coming!
[Enter PODGE and NODGE, running.]
PODGE and NODGE. The king is coming!
PETER. And we shall lose our noses!
POLLIE. Oh dear! Oh dear! I'll lose my nose!
CHILDREN. Oh dear! We'll lose our noses!
HODGE. Now get you back to Gotham, children! You will not lose your noses.
PODGE. Quick, now—before the king comes!
[The children go, holding their noses.]