My actions therefore march with their designs,
And I confess that I have plucked with joy
Much goodly fruit whilst going on my way.
(Exit into the wood.)
Thomas, the Master miner, enters from the wood. Enter the Monk.)
Thomas:
Here will I sit and rest a little while.
My soul hath need of rest to find itself
After the shocks which I have had to bear.
(The Monk comes up to him.)