JUNIOR. Are you the one they used to call "Patient Griselda"? I never
should have known you. And who are you? (_to_ HIPPOLYTA)


HIPPOLYTA. You did not mention me so I excuse
Your ignorance. And yet your suit you lose.
Come, ladies, come, draw close while we confer,
The instruments of Justice must not err.


(_They draw together and hold a whispered consultation, the_ JUNIOR
_vainly trying to pinch herself into reality_.)


JUNIOR. I know it's all a dream, but I just can't wake myself up.


HIPPOLYTA. For her mad crime, she's judged and in disgrace
The sentence is to put her in our case.


(_They take hold of the_ JUNIOR _and begin pushing her toward the
bookcase at the back of the stage_.)


JUNIOR. Why, I thought you were only joking.


PRIORESS. Chaucer alone it is, with whom we jest.