Now Gods, stand up for bastards!
like flies to wanton boys are we to th’ gods, they kill us for their sport.
Nature, thou art my godess, to thy law my services are bound
by Apollo, king, thou swear’st thy gods in vain
i’d use them so that heavens vault should crack
The gods defend her!
The prince of darkness Modo’s his name, or mahu
You ever gentle gods! take my breath from me tempt me not to die before you
[KNEELING] O you gods! this world I do renounce
The gods shelter thee maid!
you see me here you gods, an old and infirm man, wretched in both!