Where is sulphur and pitch a plenty at the least.
THE UNCLE
Would ye, foul fiend?
MOONEN
Yea, that I would, horson priest.
She is mine, she hath yielded herself all wholly,
And renounced the Most High, and held with me,
Wherefore in the furnace of hell she must burn.
And, horson, would ye her from me turn?
I will strike you down all plat.