Hear me?
CHAUCER
[Mysteriously.]
Hush!
Mine own true mistress is sweet Out-of-doors.
No Whitsun lassie wears so green a kirtle,
Nor sings so clear, nor smiles with such blue eyes,
As bonny April, winking tears away.
Not flowers o’ silk upon an empress’ sleeve
Can match the broidery of an English field.