And in her right ear she is deaf as stone,
Because, she saith, that once with her right ear
She listened to a lusty Saracen.
She was not born a-yesterday, yet, by
The merry mass, when she comes in the door,
She maketh sweet-sixteen as stale as dough.
SHIPMAN
She looks a jolly Malkin. What’s her name?
FRIAR
Dame Alisoun, a cloth-maker of Bath.