Phyllis. Our little Rafe has played the man and saved Rufus for us all.
Lady K. He is a brave little lad! But tell me, children, what doth it mean that you were out of your beds at such a strange hour?
Rafe. We got up to see our ancestors dance.
All. Ancestors dance!
Sir G. What meaneth the child?
Rafe. Why, sir, Gillian's grandam hath said to her, that when the midnight tolled on Christmas Eve, my lord and my lady here did step forth, clasp hands, and dance.
Allison. And so we came to see.
Cicely. And soothly, it was so. They came forth and danced, here in the shine of the fire. A brave sight, Father!
Sir G. Now, saints defend us! What is a man to make of this?