WEYTHRAN:  A man of dark and dismal fate,
	     I'm here to spoil your fun.	
	   Make no pretense about your state,
	     You're tainted, every one.
PARTY:        Not everyone?
WEYTHRAN:     Yes, every one!
PARTY:        How sad for everyone.

WEYTHRAN:  These warnings that I say
	     Are what I've seen for all these years.
PARTY:                 Poor fellow!
WEYTHRAN:  If upon you now they weigh,
	     Then you shall understand my fears.
PARTY:                 Poor fellow!
WEYTHRAN:  If pride you can set by,
	      Take heed of my dread tidings now--	
	   My senses do not lie,
	   Your Broken flaws I spy;
	      We all are Comet-scarred, this I can avow.
PARTY:  (sobbing)      Poor fellow!
	   Your senses do not lie,
	   Our Broken flaws you spy; 
	      We all are Comet-scarred, this you do avow.
JONATHAN:  He does avow!
add MANUS:                We all avow!
	   Your senses do not lie,
	   Our Broken flaws you spy; 
	      We all are Comet-scarred, this you do avow.
PARTY:                 Poor fellow!