PRIORESS
M’sieur, is this true?
[As Chaucer turns to the Prioress in a kind of blank dismay, enter, from the cellar, swathed in a long gown, the real Knight and the Friar.]
KNIGHT
[To Friar.]
Where?
[Friar points to Prioress; he advances.]
Eglantine!
PRIORESS
[Aghast at this apparition, runs to the priedieu.]