In some vile den of want and woe,
With beggars and cripples thou shalt bed;
And, if from Heaven forgiveness flow,
Earth shall rain curses on thy head!
Martha.
Speak softly, and prepare thy soul for death,
Nor mingle slander with thy parting breath!
Valentin.
Could I but reach thy withered skin,
Thou hag, thou bawd, so vile and shameless!