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If not, _unto the bookcase she is sent_.
JUNIOR. Say something about each one of you! I never could in the
world. That's why I hate Chaucer so. (_as she says hate Chaucer the
characters all cringe_) I never could learn the old stuff, (_as she
says old stuff they sigh and raise their eyes in silent protest_)
FIRST NUN. It will go hard with thee for that same sin.
(SECOND NUN _nods to these words._)
EMILY. Prithee, delay no longer but begin.
(_The_ JUNIOR _looks around until her eye meets the_ PRIORESS.)
JUNIOR. Are you the Prioress?
PRIORESS. I am y-cleped Madame Eglantine.
JUNIOR. What rhymes with Eglantine? Wine? (_the_ PRIORESS _looks duly
shocked_) Thine? Divine? I know. It's something about singing through
your nose the _service divine_.
FIRST NUN. The seemly way to sing.
SECOND NUN. The seemly way.
GRISELDA. Here, Eglantine, you can't take up all day.
PRIORESS. I'd prove my vocal method without peer.
HIPPOLYTA. Perhaps she could.
WIFE. Suppose she does it here!
JUNIOR. Never mind. Miss Eglantine. Did they call you Sister in those
days? Never mind. I'll play your accompaniment on the piano.
ALL. Piano?
JUNIOR. Why, yes, Oh I never thought that you wouldn't know that.
There's a piano.
(_The following passage can be omitted if a piano is not convenient_.)
(_They go over looking curiously at it.
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