THE BELLES OF CANTERBURY

A CHAUCER TALE OUT OF SCHOOL

A Play In One Act for Eleven Girls

BY
ANNA BIRD STEWART, A.M.

DEDICATED TO
MISS DOROTHY CONREY

1912

PRICE 25 CENTS

THE BELLES OF CANTERBURY

PERSONS IN THE PLAY.

CHARACTERS FROM THE CANTERBURY TALES.

COSTUMES.

The simplicity of the costuming as well as of the stage setting makes the play an easy one for amateurs to produce.

The dress of the four school girls should be as modern as possible. Their hair should be elaborately arranged.

Hippolyta should wear the dress of an Amazon, armor if possible, or a short skirt, sandals laced high with crossed strings, waist to match the skirt, a crown, and a shield on the left arm. The shield can he made by gilding or covering a barrel-head with silver paper.

Emily wears a long gown of pale dull green cheese cloth, falling straight from the shoulders and girded in at the waist by a curtain cord. She must have fair hair which should be braided down her back.

Griselda should wear a similar costume of pale gray and lavender, with a tall headdress of wire covered with white gauze and tinsel.

The Wife of Bath wears a short skirted costume of very bright colors, red stockings, very broad shoes, a straw hat with a broad brim and no trimming, if possible one of the sun hats worn by farmers.

The Prioress and her Nuns wear black skirts and white waists. Over this they wear black scholastic gowns such as are worn by graduates of academies and colleges, girded in with a leather strap. A yard of white cloth cut down one side for about ten inches, and then a circle cut out of the center, makes the white guimpe for the Nun, the curved part being put under the chin and the two cut ends fastened on top of the head. A second piece of white cloth is bound across the forehead for a bandeau. Two yards of black material make the veil which falls on either side of the face and down the back.

THE BELLES OF CANTERBURY

Scene:—A school room or in the room of one of the girls if preferred. If possible, a piano is included in the furnishings, which may be as elaborate or as simple as desired. Two entrances must be provided, one covered by a square framework supposed to represent a bookcase. Books are across the top. In front of it hangs a full curtain.

It will be very effective to have the frame-work representing the bookcase directly in the center of the stage at back, so that it is in full view of the audience. A table with books, etc., can be placed at one side of the stage. A few chairs can be set around the room but not in a way to hide the bookcase.

As the Curtain Rises Sophomore and Freshman are seated at the table.

Sophomore. Now, the Seniors weren't that way last year. You're only a Freshman, so of course you can't judge, but I never saw so slow a class as this year's, why they haven't said a word about the entertainment, and yet everyone knows they ought to give us a Thanksgiving party. (any other festival can be substituted here)

Freshman. A party? What do they have to eat?

Sophomore. They're not likely to have anything this year. If I had known that last Thanksgiving I would have eaten twice as much. I haven't anything to be thankful for.

Freshman. But you passed in History. Why don't you tell the Seniors what they ought to do?

Sophomore. Sh—here comes one of them. (rises and goes to meet Senior)

(Enter Senior, tired out, she sits down with a great sigh of relief.)

Freshman and Sophomore. What's the matter?

Senior. Matter? Why, I'm half dead thinking.

Sophomore. (giggles) Thinking!

Senior. Say, did you ever hear the word Sophomoric? (severely) That's the sort of a joke that was.

Freshman. What were you thinking about?

Senior. Trying to get up some new and original kind of a Thanksgiving party for the school.

Sophomore. You darling! (embraces her)

Freshman. We were afraid you had forgotten.

Senior. (rises and joins others) I wish I could forget for a while but they made me chairman of the committee so I have to get up something. If I can't think of anything better we'll have an ordinary spread and get just what everybody likes.

Sophomore. Grand! Welsh rarebit for me.

Freshman. I want chocolate éclaires.

Senior. We ought to ask one of the Juniors too, that wouldn't be enough variety.

Sophomore. Ask Laurine.

Senior. Where is she?

Freshman. She told me she was going to study her Chaucer.

Senior. She didn't mean it. She never does.

Sophomore. (going to door and calling) Laurine, Laurine.

Junior. (outside) All right.

Senior. Maybe she's thinking up a new class souvenir to go with their rings and hatpins and pins and banners.

Freshman. Tell her we want to ask her advice, then she'll hurry.

Sophomore. (calling) Laurine, how soon are you coming?

Junior. (beginning before she enters with a Chaucer in her hand) "Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote"—I came much more quickly than I'll ever get that old stuff in my head. (she throws the book down)

Senior. Don't you like Chaucer? We just loved him.

Junior. So do all the rest of our class except me. I just can't get him into my head.

Sophomore. Poor thing! I should hope not.

Senior. What would you like to eat at the Thanksgiving spread?

Junior. Eat! Everything you're going to have. (suspiciously) This isn't one of those stupid puns on Chaucer is it?

Sophomore. I should say not.

Freshman. We are helping make out the menu. There's Welsh rarebit and chocolate éclaires already.

Junior. Have you any angel food?

Sophomore. Oysters!

Freshman. Fudge!

Senior. And olives. Quick, give me a pencil so I can write it down. (goes to table and writes)

Junior. Hurry, before the bell rings. That's much more fun to talk about than Chaucer. I'm glad I didn't live in his day. Imagine being praised for not putting your fingers in the gravy and spotting up your shirt front! I wager that old Prioress was a stick. I shouldn't want her on our basket ball team. There isn't a sensible woman in the whole of Chaucer so far as I can see. (the curtain at the front of the bookcase begins to shake slightly, becoming more violent as the Junior continues) The Wife of Bath was a regular Mormon, five husbands, that's what she had, and she wore red stockings. Such taste!

Senior. (rises and goes to Junior) Laurine, don't talk so much. Come help us decide between dill pickle and strawberry jam, we can't have both.

Sophomore. Laurine can't help talking. Her whole class does it.

Junior. And what about your class, Miss? And the angelic Seniors? They never talk, do they. Thank Goodness, we're not like that old patient Griselda in Chaucer. She was afraid to open her head.

Freshman. I think you know a lot about Chaucer. I never will remember all those names.

Junior. Oh, there are a lot more of them. One was a silly girl named Emily. She didn't do anything but have "hair a yard long I guess" and for that she had two lovers. I am going to get a hair tonic. That's how silly men were in Chaucer's day, before they learned how to play football, or had fraternities.

Sophomore. Oh, girls, if you had only seen the hero in the matinée yesterday. He was simply grand! And he had such pretty curly hair.

(The bell rings.)

Senior. I know I could think of lots more things to eat if I only had more time.

Sophomore. Well, come on, I have to go to History. (she starts out)

Freshman. Wait for me.

(Exeunt Senior, Sophomore and Freshman.)

Junior. Here's where I die. Where's that hateful book? It won't do any good to lose it, there are a dozen more copies in the bookcase. (sings)

(The curtain in front of the bookcase shakes more violently than before. Then from behind the curtain comes the voice of the Wife of Bath.)

(She comes out of the bookcase.)

(Enter the Prioress.)

(Enter two Nuns who stand on either side of the Prioress.)

(Enter Emily.)

(Enter Hippolyta, the queen.)

(They all bow, the Prioress with delicate grace, the Wife with a clumsy courtesy.)

(Aside to Nuns.)

(The Second Nun nods in agreement.)

(There is a weak cry from the bookcase.)

(A second cry from the bookcase)

(Enter from behind the curtains, Griselda.)

(All signify emphatic agreement.)

(A bell rings outside.)

(They draw into the background as the Junior comes in. She throws the Chaucer on the floor. All the Canterbury characters jump and cry out an if in pain as it hits the ground.)

Junior. I knew that I didn't know a word of that Chaucer lesson. I don't believe English people ever spoke like those old Canterbury pilgrims. If I studied a year I'd never know whether a letter was silent or wasn't silent. I think it ought all to be made silent, and I think we ought to be allowed to read George Barr McCutcheon or somebody interesting instead of old fogies that died in—Dear me! When did old Chaucer die anyway?

(The Prioress comes forward with dignity and speaks to the evident wonder of the Junior.)

Junior. Bats in my belfry all right.

Junior. I'm blessed if I know what you are, so how could I say anything?

(Junior looks around wildly.)

Junior. Honest, you've got me so muddled I don't know what I'm doing. Do you want me to believe that you're people out of a book? Why those old Canterbury Tales' characters never did live, Chaucer just made them up. If you aren't somebody dressed up to tease me, I've got 'em.

(All bow.)

Junior. Say something about each one of you! I never could in the world. That's why I hate Chaucer so. (as she says hate Chaucer the characters all cringe) I never could learn the old stuff, (as she says old stuff they sigh and raise their eyes in silent protest)

(Second Nun nods to these words.)

(The Junior looks around until her eye meets the Prioress.)

Junior. Are you the Prioress?

Junior. What rhymes with Eglantine? Wine? (the Prioress looks duly shocked) Thine? Divine? I know. It's something about singing through your nose the service divine.

Junior. Never mind. Miss Eglantine. Did they call you Sister in those days? Never mind. I'll play your accompaniment on the piano.

All. Piano?

Junior. Why, yes, Oh I never thought that you wouldn't know that. There's a piano.

(The following passage can be omitted if a piano is not convenient.)

(They go over looking curiously at it. The Wife touches the keys by accident. All jump at the sound.)

Junior. What do you want to sing?

Junior. Do you know the Yama-Yama Girl? (substitute any popular song)

(The Prioress looks blank.)

Junior. Nor even the Merry Widow?

(The Prioress sings to the tune of the Old English Ballad, "Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes.")

(She looks at the Junior's hair.)

Junior. I don't know. I can't remember anything.

Junior. Well, they are, aren't they?

Junior. (puzzled) Who are you? I just can't remember.

Junior. Then I suppose you're Emily. But who is that? (points to Griselda)

Junior. Are you the one they used to call "Patient Griselda"? I never should have known you. And who are you? (to Hippolyta)

(They draw together and hold a whispered consultation, the Junior vainly trying to pinch herself into reality.)

Junior. I know it's all a dream, but I just can't wake myself up.

(They take hold of the Junior and begin pushing her toward the bookcase at the back of the stage.)

Junior. Why, I thought you were only joking.

Junior. Oh, let me stay out. Don't make me go into that stuffy bookcase. There never will be room for me with all those other books. It will squeeze what little I do know out of me.

(Relentless, they push her behind the curtains into the bookcase. Her voice grows weaker, finally dying away.)