Chapter 13

That took such pains to grow you asses’ ears?

Fie! Peg’s a jade—come back to Alisoun;

She’ll learn ye the true dance of love.

ALL

The devil!

CHAUCER

Nay, Robin Huberd, Roger—lads, chirk up.

These be the thorny steps of Purgatory

That lead ye to your Beatrice of Bath.

When ye attain unto her t’other ear—

[They groan.]

FRIAR

We have attained unto it.

ALISOUN

[To Chaucer.]

Go thy ways!

[Draws them aside.]

Come here, sweethearts! Hark! I have made a bet

With goodman Geoffrey yonder. Him as helps

Me best to win my bet, by God! he shall

Make merry for my marriage. Come, which fellow

Will help me?

ALL

I!

ALISOUN

The best shall make me bride.

[A kitchen-boy blows a horn.]

BOY

[Shouts.]

Meat!

[Servants enter with steaming trenchers; the other pilgrims come in and seat themselves at the table. The Prioress stands hesitating. Chaucer goes to meet her.]

[Servants enter with steaming trenchers; the other pilgrims come in and seat themselves at the table. The Prioress stands hesitating. Chaucer goes to meet her.]

HOST

[Rises on a bench.]

Lordings, who goes to Canterbury?

ALL

I!

CHAUCER

[Offers his arm to the Prioress.]

Madame, will you vouchsafe to me the honour?

PRIORESS

[With a stately courtesy.]

Merci.

ALISOUN

[Imitating the Prioress, takes his other arm.]

Merci!

[Chaucer escorts them both to the table, where he sits betweenthem.]

HOST

Lordings! Now hearkneth to a merry game.

To-morrow when you canter by the way

It is no mirth to ride dumb as a stone.

I say—let every fellow tell a tale

To short the time, and him as tells the best

You’ll give a supper here when ye return.

Lo! I myself will ride with you and judge.

If ye assent, hold up your hands.

ALL

Aye! Aye!

HOST

To-morrow then to Canterbury!

ALL

To Canterbury!

[Amid the babbling din of eating, drinking, and laughter, Alisoun leans across Chaucer’s trencher towards the Prioress.]

[Amid the babbling din of eating, drinking, and laughter, Alisoun leans across Chaucer’s trencher towards the Prioress.]

ALISOUN

Who is the lean wench, Geoffrey?

PRIORESS

By St. Loy!

Explicit pars prima.


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