THE BELLES OF CANTERBURY



        (They start toward the bookcase.)
  GRISELDA. From all my mates some lesson you
                   might learn.
  EMILY. Forget us not, in case we ne'er return.
  JUNIOR. Let me see, what I can learn from each:
(as she speaks each name, the character disappears in
bookcase)  Griselda,-patience; Hippolyta,-cour-
tesy; the Good Wife red stockings-well, that
clothes don't matter. Emily-no rats!  (hides her
face for a moment) The Prioress-(the two NUNS
disappear)
  PRIORESS. Read the last line that Master Chau-
                   cer penned
             About me, and believe it without end!
(She disappears. The JU-N-IOR looks at the bookcase
      curtain which slowly stops swinging.)
  JUNIOR. The last line! (she picks up the book
she hats thrown upon the floor and finds the passage)
  "And thereon hung a brooch of gold full sheen,
  On which there was first writ a crowned A,
  And after Amor Vincit Omnia."
Amor vincit omnia, love conquers all. I believe
I do love Chaucer now. And to think they all live!
(Enter the FRESHMAN, SOPHOMORE and SENIOR.)
  SENIOR. What on earth have you been doing
  JUNIOR. Talking to the Canterbury Pilgrims.
  SOPHOMORE.   (tapping her head)  Sand in her
gear box.
  F' RESHMANT. I should think it would make her
crazv to study that queer English so hard!
  SENIOR. Poor dear! I'm going to make some
fudge, that will make her feel better!
          (They start out of the room.)
  JUNIOR. Oh, girls!



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