Our Lady's guest, since her short ride, seems ruffled, And somewhat in disorder.

Philip, Philip, I do suspect some roguery.

Your mad tricks Will some day cost you a good place, I warrant.
_Philip_.

Good Mistress Jane, our serious housekeeper, And sage Duenna to the maids and scullions, We must have leave to laugh; our brains are younger, And undisturb'd with care of keys and pantries.
We are wild things.
_Butler_.

Good Philip, tell us all.
_All_.