And so it was; for all the ladies that were immediately round the harp, arming themselves with feathers from their hair, or flowers from their bouquets, rushed off in a chorus and down upon Ranulf, to tickle his long nose, singing—
DEFENDING THE BRIDGE.
Little rogue, ha! ha! I’ll make you pay
The false notes you have forced on us in this offensive way.
I’ll strike you with a feather,
I’ll stab you with a rose,
For making of our harp a liar,
By talking through the nose.
TWO TOO MANY.