ALISOUN
Why, then, it is enough. Come, lad; clap hands.
I am a bud of old experience,
Whom frost ne’er yet hath nipped. In love, I’ve danced
The waltz and minuet. Therefore, sweet Geoffrey,
This Prioress wears a brooch upon her wrist.
CHAUCER
Well, what of that?
ALISOUN
Yea, “What of that?” Good soul!