THE UNCLE
Stir! That were the boot of all my bale.
’Tis true, she doth stir sikerly.
EMMA
Alas, what doth to me ail?
Where have I been, and be now in what place?
O Lord, stand I in Thy grace
That to Thy mercy I may come?
Yea, but Thy care had kept me from
The fiend, O Lord omnipotent,