Eezum Squeezum: (addresses audience)
My, how eager they are to betray
A fellow mortal, come what may.
What is the due of lives misspent?
Shall they burn in Hell or may they repent?
Gleeful audience shouts responses, most people clamoring for the sinners to burn.
Eezum Squeezum: (holds up a stoppered bottle)
Here’s the remedy the Alchymist seeks,
The Elixir of Life and pain relief.
The Devil’s formula, my own receipt.
Life it restores, and life is sweet.
He dribbles a bit between Tom’s lips. There follows an elaborate routine performed by the prone Tom who twitches, rolls, and spasms to audience guffaws.
Pretty Polly:
This lad’s not dead. He’s in a trance.
Rise up, young man, and let us dance.
