ALISOUN
A trysting.
Go, for my love, and play the wench for me,
And nab him by the ears until I come.
FRIAR
St. Cupid, I am game. In Peggy’s stall?
[Exit.]
[Alisoun whispers aside individually to the Shipman and Manciple, who exeunt at different doors.]
CARPENTER
Sack? Sack in the cellarage?