If you intend there for to go,
Go, dame, I will not you compel,
But I with you will go also,
Where smoke and darkness did abound,
And pitch and sulphur burned still,
With yells and cries hills did rebound,
The fiend himself came to the gate,
And asked him where he had been?
Do ye not know and have forgot,
Seeking his wife could not be seen.