Upon my brooch. I may not take it off,
For I did promise him to wear it always.
But look, sir, here’s the motto. Can you read it?
[She extends her hand, from the bracelet of which dangles a
brooch. The Friar draws nearer.]
CHAUCER
I thank you.
[Reads.]
“Amor vincit omnia.”
[Looking at her.]
“Love conquers all.”