Which the Jews did unto Me in days of yore.
O man, this it behooveth thee to know.
The longer Emma hearkened to this play, even the more she bethought of her sins, saying thus:
Now do my tears begin to flow
And course adown my cheeks like rain.
Ah, to what contrition I do now attain
At hearkening to these words; O Lord of Lords,
Were it possible that should I turn me towards
Thy mercy, I might have of it some part?
Ere now contrition hath visited not my heart.