NELI. [Sceptically.] What is there to fear?
MRS. JENKINS THE MIDWIFE. [Groaning.] Nay, but what is there not to fear?
MRS. JONES THE WASH. Aye, outermost darkness. Och! Och!
TOM MORRIS THE SHEEP. Have mercy!
DEACON ROBERTS. [Shouting again.] Get ready! Lift up your eyes! [Welsh beaver almost falls off and is set straight in a twinkling.] Beg for mercy before the stones of darkness burn thee, an' there is no water to cool thy tongue, an' a great gulf is fixed between thee an' those who might help thee!
NELI. [Spellbound by the Deacon's eloquence and now oblivious to hat, etc.] Yiss, yiss, 'tis true, 'tis very true!
[She steps down from chair and places hands on counter.
DEACON ROBERTS. [His face convulsed, shouting directly at her.] Sister, hast thou two eyes to be cast into hell fire?
NELI. [Terrified and swept along by his eloquence.] Two eyes to be burned?
[All lower their heads, groaning and rocking to and fro.