XII + 

“Get hence! get hence! there’s dwarfish Hildebrand; + 

He had a fever late, and in the fit + 

He cursed thee and thine, both house and land: + 

Then there’s that old Lord Maurice, not a whit + 

More tame for his gray hairs⁠—Alas me! flit! + 

Flit like a ghost away.”⁠—“Ah, Gossip dear, + 

We’re safe enough; here in this armchair sit, + 

And tell me how”⁠—“Good Saints! not here, not here; + 

Follow me, child, or else these stones will be thy bier.” + 