come aloft

his louely wife emongst them lay, / Embraced of a Satyre rough and rude, / Who all the night did minde his ioyous play: / Nine times he heard him come aloft ere day, / That all his hart with gealosie did swell; / But yet that nights ensample did bewray, / That not for nought his wife them loued so well, / When one so oft a night did ring his matins bell.