At night, when all they went to sleepe, he vewd, xlviii
Whereas his louely wife emongst them lay,
Embraced of a Satyre rough and rude,
Who all the night did minde his ioyous play:
Nine times he heard him come aloft ere day,
That all his hart with gealosie did swell;
But yet that nights ensample did bewray,
That not for nought his wife them loued so well,
When one so oft[1117] a night did ring his matins bell.
So closely as he could, he to them crept, xlix