Now, lasses, take your turns.
A GIRL
The shrew!
ALISOUN
Lo! what a pot of honey I have won
To lure the village butterflies. Come, pretties,
Sip, sip, and die o’ jealousy.
A GIRL
[To Chaucer.]
Who is
Now, lasses, take your turns.
A GIRL
The shrew!
ALISOUN
Lo! what a pot of honey I have won
To lure the village butterflies. Come, pretties,
Sip, sip, and die o’ jealousy.
A GIRL
[To Chaucer.]
Who is