But not for reckonings.
[The Miller, sitting on the wall, plays his bagpipe, while Alisoun dances with her Swains, each of whom is jealous of the rest. Chaucer and the Prioress still remain out of sight in the arbour. As the music grows merrier, the Prioress begins to click the beads of her rosary rhythmically.]
CHAUCER
Why do you tell your beads, Madame?
PRIORESS
To keep
The fairies from my feet.
CHAUCER
The fairies?
PRIORESS