she should be; and without meaning to be envious, owe you all a
grudge for past flirtations. As I am a knight, now it's over, I
like you all the better for it.

Isen. What?

Wal. When I see a woman who will stand by her word, and two who
will stand by their mistress. And the monk, too--there's mettle in
him. I took him for a canting carpet-haunter; but be sure, the man
who will bully his own patrons has an honest purpose in him, though
it bears strange fruit on this wicked hither-side of the grave.
Now, my fair nymph of the birchen-tree, use your interest to find me
supper and lodging; for your elegant squires of the trencher look
surly on me here: I am the prophet who has no honour in his own
country. [Exeunt.]


SCENE VI


Dawn. A rocky path leading to a mountain Chapel. A Peasant sitting
on a stone with dog and cross-bow.

Peasant [singing].

Over the wild moor, in reddest dawn of morning,
Gaily the huntsman down green droves must roam:
Over the wild moor, in grayest wane of evening,
Weary the huntsman comes wandering home;
Home, home,