)
ALL. (_as_ GRISELDA _appears_) Griselda!
HIPPOLYTA. (_disapprovingly_)
You for patience always quoted!
GRISELDA. 'Twas only to my Duke that was devoted.
Now, further patience would but be disgrace.
I move we put that Junior in our place!
(ALL _signify emphatic agreement._)
ALL. Where is she?
FIRST NUN. That, alas, we none can tell.
SECOND NUN. Heaven help us!
(_A bell rings outside._)
PRIORESS. Hark! the ringing of the bell.
(_They draw into the background as the_ JUNIOR _comes in. She throws the
Chaucer on the floor. All the Canterbury characters jump and cry out
an if in pain as it hits the ground._)
JUNIOR. I knew that I didn't know a word of that Chaucer lesson. I don't
believe English people ever spoke like those old Canterbury pilgrims.
If I studied a year I'd never know whether a letter was silent or wasn't
silent. _I_ think it ought all to be made silent, and I think we ought
to be allowed to read George Barr McCutcheon or somebody interesting
instead of old fogies that died in--Dear me! When did old Chaucer die
anyway?
(_The_ PRIORESS _comes forward with dignity and speaks to the evident
wonder of the_ JUNIOR.)
PRIORESS. Mademoiselle, were you from Stratford-at-the-Bowe,
Where I learned French, some manners you might know.
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