[Rattles the parchment.]
PRIORESS
[Eagerly, laying the first parchment on the table.]
Did he send more verses?
FRIAR
Nay,
He sent no more, though from his pouch there fell
This parchment; but methinks he would desire you
Not to peruse it.
[Turning as if to leave, he discovers the three conversing in
the arbour.]