Quid juris! Blood shall spurt. By quid! His nose
Shall have a pax. By nails! A bloody quid!
[Seizing up from the table a round loaf for a shield and a long loaf for a sword, he reels out.]
ALISOUN
[Laughing.]
So, Peggy, they shall woo thy lily-white hoof,
While Alisoun doth keep her rendezvous.
[Comes over to Chaucer.]
Ho, candle! Come out from thy bushel.
CHAUCER