"An eight-top, young 'uns, and be swift, or—urkh!" (A bared edge into jugular!) Entering: oud-player & religious ascetic Iouanna, deciding to undulate (& inciting to unwanted scenes the men present), sights in confus'd madness the beëdged neck in, & now out, a perilous place! She thinks: "would that Man exit, or, unmastered, fight this dischord? Ouds aren't", she frets, "effective" (frowns, plucks) "at ending viol—lunk!" A man has grabbed her right tit! Iouanna whacks that savage with oud.
It's not exactly strong on coherency, but I think some specialized word lists would improve that.