Quoth Saki, "I hath cross't the line, O cavalier,
As clearly demarcated in our rules,
In tumbling past the hammer. Is't a play most foul?
Nay! I do protest and draw my sword;
It shall teach thee to disobey my word
Mark none but four into that votecount's frame,
Else thou shalt enter into a world of pain.
A world of pain, think upon't; unhappy world!
A lake of fire, rich with damned souls,
Gulfs of anguish 'twixt vales of agonies.
Mark me; we stand at twisted, jealous gates
Of cast-iron, above which reads
'Here is a world of pain, thou enterest thus'.
My steel before thee, 'tis the last of keys
That might could lock these doors, and keep thee
From this world of pain, or with one flick
Ope its mashing maw, and summon winds
To cast thee down within; an excellent key!
Farewell to earthly delights, farewell to friends
To fellowships and follies and amends.
The choice to spare thy passage through these trials
Is thine alone; take heed, I entreat thee,
And turn thy back upon this world of pain!
This be not 'Nam, this be Mafia. There be
rules.
"