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EMILY. Ladies, this is Hippolyta, the queen.
(_They all bow, the_ PRIORESS _with delicate grace, the_ WIFE _with a
clumsy courtesy_.)
EMILY. My sister is a famous Amazon.
HIPPOLYTA. I have no grievance, but I want the fun.
PRIORESS. In courtesye lay ever my desire.
(_Aside to_ NUNS.)
How charming with a real queen to conspire.
FIRST NUN. Madame, your smiling is full simple.
SECOND NUN. And coy.
WIFE. Come, how can we that saucy wight destroy?
EMILY. (_musingly_)
She, as a servant, would befit my station.
FIRST NUN. (_to_ PRIORESS) Or feed your hounds.
(_The_ SECOND NUN _nods in agreement_.)
PRIORESS. (_catching sight of the_ WIFE'S _look of disapproval--aside_)
Or scour _her_ reputation!
WIFE. Pray, madam, if it's all the same to you
Perhaps the rest would like a word or two.
PRIORESS. I fear you ask too little, for I know
That you have answered "yes" five times or so!
WIFE. A spiteful thing! Perhaps if you'd had _one_,
He might have taught you how to curb your tongue.
(_There is a weak cry from the bookcase._)
EMILY. Surely 'twas not to quarrel that we came.
(_A second cry from the bookcase_)
PRIORESS. Hark. 'Tis a voice I hardly dare to name.
(_Enter from behind the curtains_, GRISELDA.
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