Ay, as you live, tell, tell-- _Philip_.

Mad fellows, you shall have it.
The Widow's bell rang lustily and loud-- _Butler_.

I think that no one can mistake her ringing.
_Waiting-maid_.

Our Lady's ring is soft sweet music to it, More of entreaty hath it than command.
_Philip_.

I lose my story, if you interrupt me thus.
The bell, I say, rang fiercely; and a voice More shrill than bell, call'd out for "Coachman Philip!" I straight obey'd, as 'tis my name and office, "Drive me," quoth she, "to the next market-town, Where I have hope of letters." I made haste: Put to the horses, saw her safely coach'd, And drove her-- _Waiting-maid_.