Wife. But if he is much great, can makee kill, why no makee kill when no serve him? No be good mans, no cry O to him?
A. That's true, my dear, he may strike us dead, but his abundant mercy spareth us.
Wife. Did not you tell God thanked for that?
A. No, I have neither thanked him for his mercy, nor feared him for his power.
Wife. Then me not believe your God be good, nor makee kill, when you makee him angry.
A. Alas! must my wicked life hinder you from believing in him?
Wife. How can me tink your God lives there? (pointing to heaven.) Sure he no ken what you do here.
A. Yes, my dear, he hears us speak, sees what we do, and knows what we even think.
Wife. Where then makee power strong, when he hears you curse, swear de great damn?