And they release, from the evils they do in Thy despight.
Thy hand of justice must them smite
If Thou wouldst make Thee known of men.
GOD
Maskeroon, it may not be over long till then
And I give thee leave to plague mankind,
For to good they will not be inclined
Or ere their stubborn necks I bend.
OUR LADY
O son, men will yet their evil ways amend.