Greening: O Princess, how could you take that ragged creature for a gentleman?
Sweeting: I think he looks too fierce for safety. Look how the jackanapes eyes Your Highness!
Princess: He is, indeed, in sorry plight.
Prince: Sorry, indeed, if my rags offend Your Highness—
Greening: Address yourself to us, fellow! 'Tis not for such as you to speak to the Princess!
Prince: Nay, I am in her service, ladies, and it is her I answer if she desires to question me!
Greening: Insolent! I'd have him put in the stocks.
Sweeting: Or whipped at the whipping-post!
Princess: Peace, ladies! I would hear him. How is it you are not in my livery, if you are in my service?
Prince: I have but just this moment reached the castle. I have been traveling in the forest, where the wolves and brambles alike delayed me.