FRIAR
[From his robe and cowl, which the Shipman holds, extracts a rabbit’s foot and touches up Alisoun’s face, while the Manciple helps her on with a scarlet-lined mantle.]
Sweet love, how liketh you
This cloak I stole?
ALISOUN
’Twill serve.
FRIAR
[Bowing.]
Your valet is
Your abject Ethiop slave.