All o’ ye! The elf-queen spies her Oberon.
[Wheeling the ass to confront Chaucer.]
By God, sir, you’re the figure of a man
For me.—Give me thy name.
CHAUCER
Your Majesty,
This is most sudden. Dare I hope you would
Have me bestow my humble name upon you?
ALISOUN
Make it a swap, mon. Mine is Alisoun,