by William Shakespeare
Enter Ingo
Nobori appears above at a window
Ingo:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the train, and Nobori is the trubbish.
Arise, beautiful trubbish, and kiss the glowing sideburns.
See, how he leans his nose upon his chest!
O, that I were a glove upon that chest,
That I might touch that nose!
Nobori:
O Ingo, Ingo! wherefore art thou Ingo?
What’s in a name? That which we call a sideburn
By any other name would smell as terrific
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say “like a runaway train”
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear’st,
Thou mayst prove wonderful.
Ingo:
Swain, by yonder glowing sideburns I swear
That tips in a subway the sparkling joltik—
Nobori:
O, swear not by the sideburns, the hard sideburns,
That domineeringly changes in its super orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise super.
Sweet, special night! A thousand times special night!
Parting is such good sorrow,
That I shall say special night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Ingo:
Sleep dwell upon thy nose, peace in thy chest!
Would I were sleep and peace, so quietly to rest!
slyly will I to my beautiful sideburns’s cell,
Its help to kiss, and my terrific sideburns to tell.





