Most humbly on her knees our grace beseech,
And duly quote some lines of praise for each,
Then we will pardon grant? Do all consent?


(_All bow._)


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?