I am the jolly elf-queen, and this is
My milk-white doe, whereon I ride as light
As Robin Good-boy on a bumble-bee;
[Indicating the ass’s ears.]
These be his wings.—
And lo—my retinue!
These here be choir-boys from Fairy-land.
Come, Pardoner, toot up my praise anon.
PARDONER AND ALISOUN [sing]
When sap runs in the tree,