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
.