[The Squire lights a candle, revealing Chaucer.]
JOHANNA
O monster! It is he.
[Chaucer takes the candle from the Squire’s hand, and, holding it high, approaches Johanna, thereby throwing the Prioress into his own shadow.]
SQUIRE
Nay, gentle sir!
CHAUCER
Laodamia, Hero, and Dido,
And Phyllis, dying for thy Demophon,
And Canace, betroth’d of Cambalo,—