[Alarums. Excursions. Enter Buffy]

Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet Buffybot:
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Why does the drum come hither?

[Enter Faith and Joan/Wesley

So, when a man complained that his sword was too short, his mother replied: 'Take a step forward and it will be long enough.'

The Slayer, I mean, Buffy, enacts more wonders than a man,
Daring an opposite to every danger.
Her nails are chipped, and all on foot she fights
Seeking for a troll hammer.

A hammer, a hammer, my kingdom for a hammer.