Justice and law demand your punishment.
Prioress
.
My tender heart would bid me cry "relent".
Junior. (crying) Please, ladies, for sweet Chaucer's sake.
(They look at each other, moved by the mention of Chaucer's name.)
Junior. O Chaucer, you who loved all people, come to my aid!
Hippolyta
.
Sorrow has taught the maid the surest key,
That will unlock our hearts to charity.