How could ye with the fiend have ado
If ye wist ’twas he?
EMMA
Father, ’twas merry days for us two,
And the broad gold and all the rich fare
The which he gave me, be ye well ware
’Twas these tempted me, wherefore I am now shamed.
There was nought in the whole world that I named
He did not give it me straight even as I willed.
But this with the sorrow whereof I now most am filled,