Lucifer’s lights, liver and spleen confound!
Now may I sputter flames and howl;
Now runneth all my fair to foul;
And they who prowl in Hell will give me small acclaim.
Rise up in all the devils’ name
Or with hosen and shoon into the jakes ye go.
EMMA
O Lord, have mercy upon me!
MOONEN
Yea, stands it so?