[The Friar starts for the wicket gate. Chaucer, absent-minded, passes on to the inn door. As he does so, the Friar, treading tip-toe behind him, steals another parchment, which is sticking from his pouch.]
CHAUCER
“April, May,
Cannot stay;
We be pilgrims—so are they.”
[Exit.]
FRIAR
[Stands holding the second parchment, from which he reads.]
“There was also a nun, a prioress,
That of her smiling was full simple and coy;