Now I perceive remorse in her doth gnaw.
Up into the clouds I will her draw
And towering high down hurl her with might and with main;
If she to herself do come again,
The whelp may think her luck is fair.—
Here, here, ye go with me aloft in the air.
After these words hath Moonen the devil caught up Emma in the air higher than is any house or church, the which her uncle and all the people beheld, wondering exceedingly and not knowing what it might mean.
¶ How Moonen cast down Emma from on high and how she was discovered to her uncle.
When Moonen the devil had caught up Emma high above all the houses, he cast her down from above into the street as he was minded to break her neck, whereat the people were sore adrad. And Sir Gysbrecht, her eme, who hearkened also to the play, marveled what it meant and who it might be that fell from so great height, saying and asking of them that stood by thus:
Her luck is good if her neck be not broke in twain.