Were there such pretty days in Palestine?
[Picks a rose.]
CHAUCER
Gods! must I hand her over—to a brother!
Alas! the sands of dreams, how fast they slip
Till Geoffrey lose his Lord-protectorship.
PRIORESS
[Plucking the rose’s petals till the last petal falls.]
Pater noster (our Father), qui es in cœlis (which art
in heaven), sanctificetur nomen tuum (hallowed be thy