JOHANNA
[Aside.]
How the big fish bites!
[Aloud, effusively.]
But you’ll forgive me? ’Tis my nature, those
To banter whom I best adore.
[Detaching a knot of ribbon from her gown, she offers it to
Chaucer.]
Pray, sir,—
CHAUCER
For me?—A love-knot! By your Grace’s favours