The Belles of Canterbury - A Chaucer Tale Out of School by Anna Bird Stewart
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(_Aside to_ NUNS.)
How charming with a real queen to conspire. FIRST NUN. Madame, your smiling is full simple. SECOND NUN. And coy. WIFE. Come, how can we that saucy wight destroy? EMILY. (_musingly_) She, as a servant, would befit my station. FIRST NUN. (_to_ PRIORESS) Or feed your hounds. (_The_ SECOND NUN _nods in agreement_.) PRIORESS. (_catching sight of the_ WIFE'S _look of disapproval--aside_) Or scour _her_ reputation! WIFE. Pray, madam, if it's all the same to you |
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