Here your aunt had her dwelling, as ye say.
Will ye go see her?
EMMA
Yea, so much, mayhap;
But for lodging I would not ask her, nor for a scrap
To eat nor yet a drop to drink;
Thereof I would not think, lest o’er me she skink
The flood of her reproach, and entreat me once more
Even so shamelessly as she hath done yore.
’Twas the foul and wicked words she spake