3070They slept until the bright enlight'ned air,
With silver glitter, called them up to prayer.
But our Albin' took earlier leave of sleep,
And sheathed his body in his monkish vests;
Knocked at his lodge, which did the entrance keep,
Who that he could not wake himself protests:
'Thou art some fury, hag, or Hob I trow,
That boldly at my lodge dost thunder so.'
Albino says, 'What frenzy damps thy reason?
Arise, my haste commands a frequent rap.'