It hath a proper sound: “My brother meets me;
My brother is a knight.” You cannot blame ’em;
’Tis more discreet; we men must humour ’em.
Therefore this little honeysuckle nun
Doth take delight to call me brother.
CHAUCER
Liar!
[As Chaucer lifts his hand about to strike Alisoun, she raises hers to guard; seizing it, he beholds her ring.]
What!—“Amor vincit omnia.”—Even her!
ALISOUN