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ACTIUS ALC/EUS ALISOUN ALOEUS ANACTORIA arms Atthis BOTTLEJOHN brother Canterbury CAPTAIN BUGBY Catherine CAUCHON CHARLES CHARTRES CHAUCER Colin CULLEN curtain D'ALENCON dame dear DICKON door Eglantine Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face France FRIAR Geoffrey GERARD girl glass GOODY RICKBY hand hast hath HAUVIETTE heart heaven Herculaneum Hercules HIRE Horace ISABELLETTE JACQUES JACQUES D'ARC JEANNE Jeannette JOHANNA JUSTICE MERTON kiss knight lady Laughing laughter Lesbos lifts look Lord Ravensbane lordship lover Madame Maid MAN-OF-LAW MARY Master Dickonson MATER MEDBERY MICAH MICHAEL MILLER MINISTER DODGE MISTRESS MERTON Mistress Rachel mother Omphale pardon PASQUEREL pauses PHAON pipe PITTACUS play Poseidon pray PRIORESS RUDOLF SAPPHO scarecrow scene SHIPMAN silence Silenus singing slave smile Sorex speak SQUIRE stands sweet tell temple Thalassa thee thine thou art TREMOUILLE turns Varius voice What's Wife of Bath ZWEIFEL
Page vii - Bifel that, in that seson on a day, In Southwerk at the Tabard as I lay...
Page 45 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne, And smale fowles maken melodye, That slepen al the night with open ye, (So priketh hem nature in hir corages), Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages...
Page 74 - When the bough breaks the era-die will fall, And down will come ba-by, era -die and all. V)T& W '^B — Pi EEħ3z=S2=5r ^r*-fc m P v ir " Rock-a-bye, baby, in the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock ; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall. And down will come baby, cradle and all.
Page 218 - Poor Feathertop!" she continued. "I could easily give him another chance and send him forth again tomorrow. But no; his feelings are too tender, his sensibilities too deep. He seems to have too much heart to bustle for his own advantage in such an empty and heartless world. Well! well!
Page 165 - That slepen al the night with open ye, (So priketh hem nature in hir corages) : Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages (And palmers for to seken straunge strondes) To feme halwes, couthe in sondry londes ; And specially, from every shires ende Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende, The holy blisful martir for to seke, That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke.
Page 145 - Farewell, happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells! Hail, horrors! hail, Infernal world! And thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor! one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time!
Page 96 - There was also a Nun, a PRIORESS, That of her smiling was full simple and coy : Her greatest oath was but by saint Eloy : And she was cleped Madame Eglantine.
Page 97 - RAVENSBANE: This is the world; this is the light; this is the heavens themselves. Mistress Rachel is looking at me. RACHEL: For me, it is less strange, perhaps. I never saw a real lord before. But you, my lord, must have seen so many, many girls in the great world. RAVENSBANE : No, no; never. RACHEL: No other girls before to-day, my lord! RAVENSBANE: Before to-day? I do not know; I do not care. I was not here. To-day I was born—in your eyes. Ah! my brain whirls! RACHEL: (smiling) "If witchcraft...
Page vi - In general aspect, though he resembles a mediieval familiar demon, yet the suggestions of a goatish beard, a shrewdly humorous smile, and (when he speaks) the slightest of nasal drawls, remotely simulate a species of Yankee rustic. Goody Rickby substitutes her fingers for the tongs.] Now, Dickon ! DICKON Deus ! I haven't been nabbed like that since St.
Page 134 - Richard ! [She faints in RICHARD'S arms] RAVENSBANE. Fear not, mistress, I will kill the thing. [Drawing his sword, he rushes at the glass. Within, the scarecrow, with a drawn wheel-spoke, approaches him at equal speed. They come face to face and recoil]. Ah ! ah ! fear'st thou me? What art thou? Why, 'tis a glass. Thou mockest me ? Look, look, mistress, it mocks me ! O God, no!