XX

Blasphemy! whose is the fault? is it mine? for why would you save

A madman to vex you with wretched words, who is best in his grave?

Blasphemy! ay, why not, being damn'd beyond hope of grace?

O would I were yonder with her, and away from your faith and your face!

Blasphemy! true! I have scared you pale with my scandalous talk,

But the blasphemy to my mind lies all in the way that you walk.