So, so! Hath Peggy jilted all of ye,
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.