At every word which I there heard
I caught such a contrition that it stirred
Him to wrath that stood by me and he flew,
Even as ye saw, high with me into air.
THE UNCLE
Alas and harru!
How, niece, was it the fiend that was with you here?
EMMA
Yea, eme, and ’tis now well nigh seven year
Since I yielded me to do his will and went