WIFE. (_to_ EMILY)
Look at her smile upon that silly miss!
Look, Emilye, did we come here for this?
As to her singing, well, I have heard worse!
I fear her verses will make her perverse.


PRIORESS. (_to_ HIPPOLYTA)
To punish her would make my conscience prick.


GRISELDA. O Madame, be not flattered, think of _stick_.


PRIORESS. Alas 'tis true!


EMILY. Fire up your dying wrath.


WIFE. (_to_ JUNIOR)
What can you say about the Wife of Bath?


JUNIOR. I don't know. I can't remember anything.


WIFE. (_severely_)
Did you not say my hosen were of red?