Harrow!

THE OTHER SWAINS

[Pell-mell.]

Here! here! Take mine!

FRIAR

Drink, sweet Queen Mab!

[Re-enter Chaucer and Joannes. Chaucer carries in his
hand a crock.]

ALISOUN

[To the Friar.]

What, Huberd, are ye there? Ye are too late,