Meat!
[Servants enter with steaming trenchers; the other pilgrims come in and seat themselves at the table. The Prioress stands hesitating. Chaucer goes to meet her.]
HOST
[Rises on a bench.]
Lordings, who goes to Canterbury?
ALL
I!
CHAUCER
[Offers his arm to the Prioress.]
Madame, will you vouchsafe to me the honour?