That girl perchance another tune will sing.

(_Enter the_ PRIORESS.)

What word, sweet Eglantine, would you employ
To tell us of your vengeful wrath?


PRIORESS. (_with deep intensity_) St. Loy!


WIFE. Then Chaucer's uttered sooth about her oath!
Odsbodikins! That cannot do us both!


PRIORESS. Come hider, my two nonnes to my side,
Till that my mighty anger shall subside.


(_Enter two_ NUNS _who stand on either side of the_ PRIORESS.)


That girl, alas! hath made my speech too tarte
Who once was conscience al and tendre herte.
O Emelye, whose hair is in a tresse
Behynd your back, a yarde long.


WIFE. (_aside_) I guesse.