That of her smiling was full simple and coy;
The greatest oath she swore was ‘by St. Loy!’”
O ciel! O quel outrage!
[While she reads on to herself, changing visibly to pique and tears, the Friar, purloining the first parchment from the table, trips over to the arbour’s entrance and bows.]
FRIAR
Diner est servi!
Messieurs, you are awaited by a lady.
[Runs off.]
CHAUCER
[To Squire.]