I don't like it a bit.

I'll have neither art nor part in it; I wash my hands clear of it.

It will jist break the spirit of my people.

So, minister look here.
The next report that is brought to me of a spy, I'll whip his tongue out and whop your ear off, or my name ain't Queen.

So jist mind what I say; first spy pokes his nose into your office, chop it off and clap it up over Temple Bar, where they puts the heads of traitors and write these words over, with your own fist, that they may know the handwritin', and not mistake the meanin', _This is the nose of a Spy_.".