Merci!
My name is Madame Eglantine.
[Hurries out, left.]
CHAUCER
[Aside.]
Hold, Geoffrey!
Yon beastie’s quaking side thumped not as thine
Thumps now. And wilt thou ape a little hound?
Ah, Madame Eglantine, unless ye be
To me, as well as him, St. Charity!