ALISOUN
Quick, Roger!
Take off his finger-ring. Mum, sweethearts! In, now!
[Exeunt omnes, carrying the Knight into the inn cellar.]
[Enter the Squire and Johanna. Passing along behind the wall, they enter the garden by the wicket gate.]
SQUIRE
Lady, I cannot yet believe my eyes
That you are here, and not in Padua.
JOHANNA
’Tis sweet to hear your voice discredit mine,