[Aloud.]
Hark! Footsteps from the chapel.
[Goes to the door.]
It is your nephew and his lady-love.
Let’s step aside before I introduce you,
And profit by these pangs of “lyric youth.”
[Chaucer and the Prioress step aside, as enter, left, Johanna
and the Squire.]
SQUIRE
Stay!
JOHANNA