MONK
[To Pardoner.]
Come, we’ll go twit him.
[Exeunt toward chapel.]
[As Ned is about to open the cellar door, a black face looks
out at him.]
NED
[Running back.]
Ow! Ow! A devil’s head! I seed a spook!
BOTTLEJOHN
[Seizing a ladle, drives him back.]
Scat! And the devil swallow thee! Skedaddle!