The Belles of Canterbury - A Chaucer Tale Out of School by Anna Bird Stewart
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(_Enter_ EMILY.) PRIORESS. O Emelye, let that hair's golden ray Shine on our vengeance ere another day. EMILY. The path of duty plain is to be seen. (_Enter_ HIPPOLYTA, _the queen._) EMILY. Ladies, this is Hippolyta, the queen. (_They all bow, the_ PRIORESS _with delicate grace, the_ WIFE _with a clumsy courtesy_.) EMILY. My sister is a famous Amazon. HIPPOLYTA. I have no grievance, but I want the fun. PRIORESS. In courtesye lay ever my desire. |
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