1 Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil.
2 If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee.
3 It hath pleased the devil drunkenness to give place to the devil wrath.
4 Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.
5 Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
6 Come, swear it, damn thyself, Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Should fear to seize thee.
7 Arise, arise, Awake the snorting citizens with the bell, Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you: Arise, I say.
8 This hand of yours requires A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer, Much castigation, exercise devout; For here's a young and sweating devil here That commonly rebels.
9 Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors, Bells in your parlours, wild-cats in your kitchens, Saints in your injuries, devils being offended, Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds.