[The Friar opens cellar door; Squire snatches his candle
and precedes him.]
A sneaking friar—
A noble!—a swindling, skulking, lying friar.
[Aside to Bob Miller, who joins him from the cupboard.]
O rare Bob-up-and-down!
[Exeunt; Alisoun leaves the cupboard and exit stealthily at
door, left front.]
JOHANNA
Stay; are they gone?
Mass! mass! I’m spotted worse than ink. And kneel
In Canterbury kirk in such a gown!