Here comes my rendezvous.
[Enter in tumult, the Friar, Miller, Cook, Shipman, Summoner, and Manciple, holding fast to one another’s ears. They call out, partly in chorus.]
FRIAR
He’s nabbed, sweet Alisoun.
MILLER
Here is the lousel.
SUMMONER
I’ve got his quids.
COOK
I stalled him.