ALISOUN
[While the Swains assist in adjusting her disguise.]
Good my squires and henchmen,
I thank you.— Roger, sweetheart, lace my boot there.—
Our journey hath been perilous and dark—
Bob, chuck, how sits my doublet?—but praise Mary,
I am preserved to greet my virgin sister;—
God send she like the flavour of my beard
Better than me.
FRIAR