CHAUCER
Sooth, I have lost what fair your ladyship
Could least, methinks, supply—a piece of wit
Without a tongue; that is, a piece of parchment
Writ o’er with verses.
SQUIRE
Verses! Sir, a word.
[Draws Chaucer aside to the arbour and whispers.]
JOHANNA
A clever rogue! He’d make an apt court-fool.