EXIT KNIGHT

On the Devon coast...

NARRATOR: The smell of the tomb,
copper in the womb,
He has a dagger, he stabs her balloon.

MAIDEN: Please don't sap my life blood you selfish sod!

KNIGHT: O lose some weight you unfortunate clod

MAIDEN: Why does thou make me feel like such utter shite?

KNIGHT: This be my way love (EXIT KNIGHT)