Come with me to the kitchen.
JOANNES
[Follows timidly.]
Ben’cite!
[Exeunt.]
[Outside the song, “Come hither, Love,” bursts into chorus. Enter the Wife of Bath, astride a small white ass, which is fancifully caparisoned like a fairy creature. Spurs jingle on the Wife’s boots, and on her head is a great round hat. Followed by the Summoner, Pardoner, and Manciple, she rides into the middle of the floor and reins up.]
ALISOUN
Whoa-oop!—God save this merry company!
[A commotion.]
By God, I ween ye ken not what I am: