That arbour-seat has room for two to sit,
Providing we choose wisely from us three.
CHAUCER
Your choice is fate.
SQUIRE
[Aside to Chaucer as they enter the arbour.]
The friar must have stolen them.
[Johanna and the Squire sit; Chaucer stands talking with
them, his back toward the arbour’s entrance.]
[Enter, right, from inn, the Prioress and Friar, the former
reading a parchment.]
PRIORESS