[They burn him with their tapers.]
Fal. Oh, Oh, Oh!
Quick. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire!
About him, fairies; sing a scornful rhyme;
90 And, as you trip, still pinch him to your [time].
Song.
Fie on [sinful] fantasy!
Fie on lust and luxury!
Lust is but ,
Kindled with unchaste desire,