Phan.And you really care
To hear my work again, oh melodist?
Zor. Again, my lord, and even then again!
Phan. (recites). “When pitch-incrusted night aloft prevails;
“When no still goddess through the mid-air sails;
“When scorpions vomit forth their poisonous scum;
“When to the demon tryst gaunt witches come;
“When noisome pestilence stalks through the glen,
“Bellowing forth its enmity to men;
“When ghastly toads scream loudly through the air;