JUNIOR. Bats in my belfry all right.
PRIORESS. Alas, my child, try while that you are yonge
To make your Englishe sweet upon the tonge.
You should speak always in fair Charity.
WIFE. Yea, but how harshly did you speak of me!
JUNIOR. I'm blessed if I know what you are, so how could I say anything?
HIPPOLYTA. We are Dan Chaucer's children, he who hath
But love for all men.
WIFE. I'm the wife of Bath.
What did you say of me? What did you say?
(JUNIOR _looks around wildly_.)
EMILY. Look out, be careful, or she'll run away.
JUNIOR. Honest, you've got me so muddled I don't know what I'm doing.
Do you want me to believe that you're people out of a book? Why those
old Canterbury Tales' characters never did live, Chaucer just made them
up. If you aren't somebody dressed up to tease me, I've got 'em.
PRIORESS. Ladies, hear that which maketh the last straw.
I plead for justice and demand the law.
Not live, when we are deathless? Chaucer, dear,
I pray that you that heresy can't hear!
HIPPOLYTA. Hark one and all, while judgment I pronounce:
If that this maid her treason will renounce,
Most humbly on her knees our grace beseech,
And duly quote some lines of praise for each,
Then we will pardon grant? Do all consent?
(_All bow.
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