Roger: The devils in your house are a little drunk. They frolic in the wine cellar.
Richly:
Some kind of swindle is afoot, I'm sure of it.
Squire: They say the master of this house has just returned from a long sea voyage—would you be he by any chance?
Richly:
Yes, sir, I am he.
Squire: I congratulate you, sir. That was a beautiful trip and a wonderful lesson for a young man. You must know, sir, that your son has been learning wonderful manners while you were gone. Really fine manners. The boy is very generous. Doesn't resemble you at all. You are a villain, sir.
Richly:
Sir, sir!
Roger:
These teasing devils are insolent.
Richly:
You are a rogue.
Squire: We were very upset, very worried—full of concern over your return. In your absence your son was ready to kill himself from malaise. In truth, he disliked everything in life. He gave up all his vanities. Everything that could attach him to this earth: wealth, furniture, honors. This boy loves you so much it's unbelievable.
Roger: He would have died of worry during your absence if it hadn't been for this honest gentleman.