"My masters, are you mad? Or what are you? Have you no wit, manners, nor honesty, but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night? Do you make an alehouse of my lady's house, that ye squeak out your coziers' catches without any mitigation or remorse of voice? Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?"
"Dost thou think because thou art virtuous there shall be no more cakes and ale?"
(Ou pensas que porque es virtuoso non debería haber festa para ninguén?)