'Tis falling out because of grief and care!
JUNIOR. Then I suppose you're Emily. But who is that? (_points to_
GRISELDA)
GRISELDA. Ignorance!! (_she stamps her foot_)
ALL. Griselda! You impatient!
JUNIOR. Are you the one they used to call "Patient Griselda"? I never
should have known you. And who are you? (_to_ HIPPOLYTA)
HIPPOLYTA. You did not mention me so I excuse
Your ignorance. And yet your suit you lose.
Come, ladies, come, draw close while we confer,
The instruments of Justice must not err.
(_They draw together and hold a whispered consultation, the_ JUNIOR
_vainly trying to pinch herself into reality_.)
JUNIOR. I know it's all a dream, but I just can't wake myself up.
HIPPOLYTA. For her mad crime, she's judged and in disgrace
The sentence is to put her in our case.
(_They take hold of the_ JUNIOR _and begin pushing her toward the
bookcase at the back of the stage_.)
JUNIOR. Why, I thought you were only joking.
PRIORESS. Chaucer alone it is, with whom we jest.
Come, nonnes both, and push her in with zest.
JUNIOR. Oh, let me stay out. Don't make me go into that stuffy bookcase.
There never will be room for me with all those other books. It will
squeeze what little I do know out of me.
(_Relentless, they push her behind the curtains into the bookcase.
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