Brun. Wast, quit thy folly, go close to the gate and question her wants.
Wast. Not me, not me, not for all heaven’s riches.
All M’s. Nay, nay, let her not in. (Knocking continues.) Let us pray, Brothers, let us pray. (All huddle together.)
Brun. Then if ye will not, then I must ere the Abbot comes.
Monks fleeing. Nay, nay, let her not in, a woman, a woman, a woman!
[Enter Abbot.
Abb. Stop, Fools! (All stop.) Be it the Devil at your heels, ye flee so quickly?
All M’s. A woman, a woman! (Exit monks.)
Abb. (To Brun.) Open the gate. (Brun opens gate.—Enter Margaret, worn by illness and starvation.)