Wouldst hide thee? sin and shame
Remain not hidden!
Air! light!
Woe's thee!
CHORUS
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
Quem patronum rogaturus!
Cum vix justus sit securus.
EVIL-SPIRIT
The glorified their faces turn
Away from thee!
Shudder the pure to reach
Their hands to thee!
Woe!
CHORUS
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus—
MARGARET
Neighbour! your smelling bottle!
(She swoons away.)