Bacon. How camest thou heere?
Hostesse. As I was in the kitchen mongst the maydes,
Spitting the meate against[1301] supper for my guesse,[1301] 125
A motion mooved me to looke forth of dore.
No sooner had I pried into the yard,
But straight a whirlewind hoisted me from thence,
And mounted me aloft unto the cloudes.
As in a trance I thought nor feared nought, 130
Nor know I where or whether I was tane,
Nor where I am, nor what these persons be.